No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 389

Ian watched the white Cayenne until it disappeared into the rain, his brow tightening ever so slightly.

As Vanessa drew closer, she caught the lingering scent of tobacco on his clothes and narrowed her eyes. Ian only ever smoked for one reason—when something was weighing on him.

Eleanor had shown up at Xavier’s father’s funeral, though by all rights, she had no reason to be there.

So why had she come? There could only be one explanation: to get under Ian’s skin.

Even though Eleanor’s car was long gone, Vanessa glanced in that direction a few more times, her expression tinged with frustration. Ever since the divorce, Eleanor refused to fade quietly into the background; she always found a way to rattle Ian. Was she trying to prove a point?

Just then, Henry walked over to Ian. “Most of the guests have left. Let’s go pay our respects to Mr. Vaughn.”

Ian nodded, tearing his gaze away and heading toward the chapel. The black suit he wore made his tall frame look even more severe and unapproachable.

Vanessa turned to Henry. “That was… Eleanor, wasn’t it? What was she doing here?”

Henry nodded. “Yeah, she stopped in to pay her respects and left right after.”

Vanessa frowned in thought. “You don’t think Xavier introduced Eleanor to his parents in private, do you?”

Her voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it was just enough for Ian to catch the words. His brow furrowed, and he quickened his pace almost imperceptibly.

Henry considered it. “It’s possible. Mr. Vaughn’s last wish was to see Xavier bring home a girlfriend.”

“So, Eleanor helped him fulfill that last wish?” Vanessa’s lips curled in a smirk as she hurried after Ian.

Henry followed after them, his gaze lingering before he too headed into the chapel.

A knock sounded at her door. Joel peeked in. “Eleanor, grab your laptop and meet me in Conference Room Three in two minutes.”

“I’ll be right there,” she replied.

Meridian Dynamics was moving toward a more collaborative, group-based workflow to encourage closer cooperation between departments.

At lunch, Eleanor and Joel sat across from each other in the cafeteria. Joel eyed her outfit with curiosity. “Don’t often see you in all black.”

Eleanor looked up. “I went to Xavier’s father’s funeral this morning.”

Joel raised his eyebrows. “Did you know his father?”