No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 62

On a transatlantic flight from Montclair back home.

First class.

Ian flagged down a flight attendant and requested a newspaper.

She recognized him instantly—his reputation preceded him—and made sure every detail of her service was perfect.

Ian was strikingly handsome. The deep blue shirt he wore accentuated his tall, athletic frame, and his sharply defined features lent him an air of authority. His eyes, intelligent and coldly perceptive, only added to his allure.

The flight attendant couldn't help but steal a glance at the woman beside him: the renowned concert pianist, Vanessa. At the moment, Vanessa was fast asleep, an eye mask on and a blanket pulled up to her shoulders.

Ian unfolded the newspaper and began to read, flipping through until a medical journal article caught his eye. He stopped, focused intently, and read with genuine interest.

When he finished, a glimmer of admiration flickered in his deep-set eyes. The article was brilliant—enough to reinforce his convictions about where to invest next.

He glanced at the author's name, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Eleanor S.

Ian stared at those two words for a moment, his brow furrowing. Then he moved on, searching for other news that might catch his attention.

Despite sharing the same name as his wife, he couldn't imagine she'd be the one behind such a groundbreaking medical article.

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