No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 392

Byron finally let out a sigh of relief. Clearly, having Eleanor step in was far more persuasive.

If he’d been the one to submit the report, who knows—he might’ve had to deliver a stack of paperwork the size of a hay bale.

Faye shot Eleanor a sharp look, while Decker glanced at her with open gratitude.

If it hadn’t been for Eleanor, everyone in that conference room would’ve caught hell today. In a worse-case scenario, they might’ve even lost an engineer or two on the spot.

When the meeting wrapped up, people filed out one after another.

As Eleanor gathered her files, Ian’s low voice cut through the air. “Stay.”

At the door, Faye overheard him. She turned back, eyeing Eleanor curiously.

Ever since Eleanor had joined Meridian Dynamics, Faye couldn’t shake the feeling that she was always—whether intentionally or not—drawing Ian’s attention. Or was it just her imagination?

Eleanor paused, her hands stilling on her paperwork. Her voice was frosty. “If you have something to say, make it quick. I’m busy.”

“Keep your distance from Xavier for a while,” Ian said coolly. “His father just passed, and there’s a power struggle brewing. You don’t want to get tangled up in unnecessary trouble.”

Eleanor looked up at him, her gaze unreadable. Without a word, she gathered her files and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a strong hand seized her wrist. The grip was so forceful that she lost her balance, stumbling straight into Ian’s chest.

Ian, still seated, clearly hadn’t expected her to be so unsteady. He caught her instinctively, steadying her before she could topple onto him.

At that very moment, Faye—pretending to have forgotten something—doubled back and was stunned by the scene unfolding inside.

Just as she’d suspected.

With no one else around, Eleanor was using every trick in the book to cozy up to Ian.

Ian’s brow furrowed as he glanced at her ankle. “You hurt your foot?” he asked, eyes narrowing.

Eleanor ignored him. If he hadn’t yanked her so suddenly, she wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Without warning, Ian bent down and scooped her up into his arms.

“Put me down!” Eleanor struggled, seething.

Ian didn’t even acknowledge her protest. He strode out of the conference room, carried her straight to her office, and gently set her down on the sofa.

Along the way, every passing coworker witnessed the scene.

Faye, sitting at her desk, caught sight of them as well. Immediately, she got up and headed to Eleanor’s door, just in time to see Ian kneeling to examine Eleanor’s injured leg.

First she throws herself at him and fails, now she’s pretending her leg hurts? Give me a break.