No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 106

Sure enough, Joel reached Eleanor before Ian could, quickly stepping in to explain to the wealthy woman, "Ma'am, my friend is a guest this evening, not a member of the staff. You've made a mistake."

The woman shot him a look. "And who are you?"

"I'm her friend," Joel replied evenly.

Just then, the hotel manager hurried over. After a quick glance at Eleanor, he realized she wasn't one of his employees. Putting on a polite smile, he apologized to the guest on her behalf.

Seeing the manager himself had intervened, the woman tossed out a half-hearted apology before sweeping off with her friends.

With the commotion dying down, Eleanor saw no point in making a scene. Joel gently guided her toward the balcony to help her cool off.

Back among the guests, Ian's composure never wavered; he remained calm and poised, just as he always appeared.

Vanessa noticed the shadow in Ian's eyes, the way he stared into the distance with an unreadable expression. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but one thing was clear—Eleanor had been thoroughly embarrassed tonight.

On the balcony, however, Eleanor seemed unfazed, her expression serene, as if the humiliating episode hadn't touched her at all.

Joel handed her a glass of juice. "Here, have a sip and try to relax. I really don't think that woman meant anything personal."

Eleanor offered a fleeting smile. "I know."

She blamed herself for wearing the wrong thing tonight.

Joel was about to say something more when Faye's voice floated over from behind them. "Joel, you're here too!"

Joel turned in surprise. "You guys made it as well?"

Horace answered, "We checked with Dr. Lyman before coming—Mrs. Grayson wanted to discuss a partnership."

Gwenda shot Eleanor a look of concern. "Eleanor, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Eleanor replied with a gentle smile.

But Faye, inside, was anything but calm. She had seen how Joel had leapt to Eleanor's defense, and it didn't sit well with her.

Joel looked up, smiled politely. "Yes, it is."

Faye's gaze lingered a moment too long. "You know, I think you look especially handsome tonight."

Joel hesitated, adjusted his glasses, and gave a noncommittal smile.

"Joel, what about me?" Faye pressed. "How do I look tonight? Beautiful?" She craved Joel's approval, whether for her appearance or her intellect.

Joel's attention drifted over the crowd, landing on Ian. He was surprised. "Is that Mr. Goodwin? When did he get here?"

Faye followed his gaze. "He arrived about ten minutes ago. Why?"

Joel let out a slow breath. He'd been so worried about Eleanor earlier that he hadn't even noticed Ian's arrival. He just hoped this wouldn't cause Eleanor more trouble.

When Eleanor and Gwenda returned from the restroom, Gwenda chattered on about how excited she was to be at the party. Eleanor knew Gwenda's friendliness was only surface-deep, so she simply played along.

Back in the ballroom, Eleanor decided she needed a break from the crowd. She slipped away to the buffet area, hoping for a little peace and quiet.