No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 352

Not far away, Ian was chatting amiably with Mr. Brown, his gaze falling naturally in Eleanor’s direction.

Even as he laughed and conversed, he took in everything happening on Eleanor’s side of the room.

Tonight, Eleanor stood among the crowd, radiant and confident—a luminous presence impossible to ignore.

Around her, men couldn’t help but steal glances, some subtle, some more obvious.

Just then, Mr. Brown signaled for everyone’s attention and officially announced the start of the dinner.

The guests began to find their assigned seats, and to Eleanor’s surprise, her name card was placed right next to Xavier’s. Directly across from them sat Ian and Vanessa, their names side by side in bold print.

Once everyone was seated, servers began rolling in carts laden with dishes, weaving between the tables.

Elaborate floral arrangements and elegant decor along the center of the table offered just enough separation so she didn’t have to meet the eyes of the people across from her for the entire meal.

Beneath the soft glow of the spotlights, Eleanor’s delicate features seemed even more striking. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and good humor, and an easy smile played at her lips.

As she dipped her spoon into a creamy dessert, she was interrupted by Vanessa’s voice, deliberately a little too loud: “Ian, you have to try this pâté—it’s wonderful!”

Glancing up by reflex, Eleanor met Ian’s gaze. His eyes, steady and intense, were fixed on her, even as his hands moved with practiced grace, slicing into his entrée. He looked at her through the leafy bouquet at the center of the table, his attention unmistakable.

Just then, Vanessa leaned over, scooping a generous portion of pâté onto Ian’s plate.

“Eleanor,” Xavier said at her side, his timing perfect as he offered her a delicately arranged appetizer. “I think this is just your taste.”

“Thank you.” Eleanor accepted it with a smile, making a point to ignore the eyes that lingered on her from across the table.

At that moment, Mr. Brown rose to deliver his welcome toast. “We’re honored tonight to have so many leaders and innovators in their fields gathered here. Thank you all for coming.”

Vanessa pouted theatrically and bit her lip, but obediently picked up the juice, sipping through the straw.

When Eleanor looked up, she found Vanessa watching her, eyes flashing with smugness and challenge.

Soon after, Eleanor excused herself and went to the restroom.

When she emerged, instead of heading back to the dining room, she wandered into the quieter ballroom to get some air. The hush was a welcome contrast to the bustle of the main event.

She accepted a glass of champagne from a passing server and slipped out onto the terrace, letting the cool night breeze clear her head.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. Startled, she turned.

Ian stepped onto the terrace, backlit by the glow of the ballroom. The darkness sharpened his features, making him seem even more enigmatic and striking.