No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 307

It had already been a week since the theft of experimental data from Meridian Dynamics.

Eleanor had run into Faye a few times in the lab since then, and each time, Faye’s evasive gaze betrayed her guilty conscience.

Horace ended up paying the price for her—his academic career was over.

Really, things shouldn’t have wrapped up so simply, but since Horace and Juliette’s labs had no conflicting interests—and actually collaborated quite often—the incident was chalked up as an accidental leak of proprietary technology. After a formal notice from the university, Horace was expelled.

As for Meridian Dynamics, they chose to reserve their right to pursue further action.

Eleanor had been feeling weighed down all week. After everything Xavier had done for her, she desperately wanted to find a chance to thank him.

But Xavier was away on business.

He wouldn’t be back until New Year’s.

The lab soon slipped back into its usual rhythm, and before she knew it, New Year’s had arrived.

Three days ago, Juliette sent an invitation; her charity was hosting a gala on New Year’s Day, and Eleanor was invited to attend.

Last night, Ian insisted that she bring their daughter over to the Goodwin family’s for lunch today. With his court-ordered eight visitations a month, Eleanor had no choice but to agree.

Early the next morning—

Princess, their golden retriever, barked once and started wagging her tail furiously at the front gate, a happy rumble in her throat.

“Daddy’s here!” Evelyn squealed, grinning ear to ear.

When the doorbell rang, Joslyn went to answer it. Outside stood Ian, draped in a sleek black overcoat, his Maybach parked in its usual dominant fashion right in front of Eleanor’s gate.

“I’m here to pick up Evelyn,” he said to Eleanor.

“Daddy, you look so handsome today!” Evelyn piped up, tilting her head to beam at him.

Ian smiled and ruffled her hair. “Oh, do I?”

After watching her daughter leave, Eleanor headed back inside to change. With the recent stress, she was more than ready to use the holiday as a breather.

She’d arranged to meet Joy Thatcher at a café in the mall.

Year-end always brought a barrage of legal cases for Joy, so she’d been just as swamped, and the two of them hadn’t caught up in over a month.

They chatted about recent events. When Joy heard about the Horace incident, she was indignant. “He got off way too easy.”

Eleanor took a frustrated sip of her coffee. “Meridian Dynamics is still considering pressing charges.”

Joy arched an eyebrow. “Xavier went out on a limb for you this time—he must really care about you.” She grinned. “I’d love to see Ian’s face if he knew what Xavier did.”

The three of them rode the elevator to the sixth floor, and as they neared the ballroom doors, Mrs. Grayson paused. Then, she reached out, taking Xavier’s hand with her left and Eleanor’s with her right.

Eleanor blinked in surprise, and Xavier glanced at her with a faint, amused smile.

The doors opened slowly. Under the glittering chandeliers, the room sparkled with elegant guests and clinking glasses.

As hostess, Mrs. Grayson instantly drew every eye in the room. She acknowledged the crowd with regal poise, and with Xavier and Eleanor flanking her, the trio made a striking entrance.

Among the guests, Vanessa—spokeswoman for Juliette’s charity—stood by Ian’s side. When she saw the three of them arrive together, her expression soured.

When had Eleanor become so important to Mrs. Grayson?

And the way Mrs. Grayson held Eleanor in one hand and Xavier in the other—it looked for all the world like she was escorting a couple.

Vanessa shot a glance at Ian, only to see his gaze fixed on Juliette’s group, his handsome features set in a brooding scowl, his eyes dark and stormy.

Vanessa’s eyes widened. Ian looked like he was about to explode.

But then it hit her—he wasn’t angry because he still cared about Eleanor.

He was angry because Eleanor, his ex-wife, was making him look bad. Barely a month after their divorce, and she already had someone new. To Ian, it must have felt like a slap in the face.