A hint of icy sarcasm curled Eleanor’s lips as she glanced over her shoulder at the man behind her. “If I ever decide to get married again, you’ll be the first to know.”
With a soft chime, the elevator doors slid open onto the ground floor. Eleanor strode out without so much as a backward glance, leaving Ian’s once-suppressed cough echoing in the marble lobby.
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At noon, Eleanor pulled her car up in front of Vaughn Group. Today, Xavier was finally back at work.
He looked much better than the last time she’d seen him. The cast was gone from his arm, though he still moved it a little stiffly.
Eleanor stepped out and, before Xavier could react, opened his door for him. He looked surprised and slightly embarrassed. “I can still handle opening car doors, you know.”
She smiled, unbothered. “I promised I’d take care of you until you’re fully recovered. I keep my promises.”
As Xavier settled into the passenger seat, a faint trace of Eleanor’s perfume drifted in the air, making him smile without even realizing it.
He’d already picked out a restaurant nearby. Ten minutes later, Eleanor pulled into the parking lot, and when they walked into the restaurant, a waiter immediately approached with a warm greeting. “Mr. Vaughn, welcome! Your table’s ready.”
Clearly, Xavier was a regular here; the staff recognized him instantly. Several waiters cast curious glances at Eleanor—they’d never seen Xavier bring such a young, beautiful woman with him before.
“I come here pretty often,” Xavier explained as they sat down. “It’s close to the office, and the food’s just right.”
Eleanor nodded in agreement.
“Weren’t you at Meridian Dynamics this morning?” Xavier asked, glancing at her over his glass of water.
“I was at the Vesper Joy Hotel for an early meeting. Came straight from there,” she replied.


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