No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 286

Eleanor’s eyes lit up at the invitation—an academic exchange at the Military Medical University?

She quickly replied, “Yes.”

“It’ll be for about three days. Do you have someone to watch your daughter?” the message continued.

Eleanor hesitated, glancing over at her little girl. Of course, the person she trusted most was Ian, her daughter’s father.

Just as she was considering her options, her phone chimed with a new message. It was from Ian.

“I heard about the exchange at the Military Medical University next Monday. I’ll drop Evelyn off with my mom while you’re gone,” he wrote.

She wasn’t surprised Ian knew—he always seemed to be one step ahead. This trip was important, and though she’d rather not rely on him, she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity.

“Alright,” she replied simply.

After spending a lovely weekend with her daughter, Eleanor watched as Ian came by Sunday night to pick Evelyn up.

That same night, she packed her bag and headed for the airport. The Military Medical University was in Kingston, and Dr. Lyman had arranged to meet her at the terminal.

Once she’d checked her luggage, Eleanor made her way to the VIP lounge to look for Dr. Lyman. She stopped short when she spotted a tall, striking figure seated on the sofa, reading a magazine.

Ian.

Eleanor froze for a second. Was he going to Kingston too?

She chose a seat as far from him as possible, but Ian looked up and greeted her, “You’re here.”

She turned her face away, pretending not to notice. Moments later, Dr. Lyman entered, phone in hand. Eleanor stood up quickly. “Mr. Brown,” she greeted.

Lyman Brown smiled and waved her off. “Relax, the flight’s delayed by half an hour. Take a seat!”

She nodded and sat back down while Dr. Lyman joined Ian, the two men chatting quietly. Eleanor pulled a book from her backpack and tried to focus.

When it was finally time to board, Eleanor discovered—much to her surprise—that her ticket, arranged by Dr. Lyman’s assistant, had her seated right next to Ian in first class.

She settled into her seat, determined to keep her eyes fixed on the window.

After she left, Ian couldn’t hide the faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Eleanor managed to doze off, and woke as the plane began its descent into Kingston International Airport.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to adjust to the pressure in her ears, when she suddenly felt a hand on her forehead.

She opened her eyes and turned, glaring at Ian.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t need your help,” she snapped, turning back to the window.

After landing, Eleanor waited on the jet bridge for Dr. Lyman. She watched as the same stewardess approached Ian, slipping him a small note. “Mr. Goodwin, here’s my number. If you need anything while you’re in Kingston…”

“No, thank you,” Ian cut her off, stone-cold.

So, he really was devoted to Vanessa—even here, he shut down any hint of flirting.