No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 547

After Eleanor helped York settle into his hotel room, Ellington arrived to give her an update on recent business developments. They spent half an hour discussing work, and once Ellington left, Eleanor found herself alone on the lounge sofa in the hotel lobby, fatigue pressing down on her. She rubbed her temples, savoring a rare moment of quiet.

Outside, the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the glass, bathing her in a gentle, golden light.

She became aware of someone sitting down on the sofa opposite. Probably just another guest waiting for someone, she thought. Keeping her eyes closed a moment longer, she finally opened them—only to meet a pair of deep, intent eyes staring right at her.

Ian.

Eleanor’s expression instantly cooled.

Ian let out a soft, amused chuckle as his gaze lingered on her tired face. “I heard you finally got your PhD. Congratulations.”

She rolled her eyes. “Drop the act, Ian. You don’t have to pretend.”

With that, Eleanor made to leave, but Ian stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair. “Word is Dr. Windsor’s come back to restart his lab. But if you stay with my team, I can offer you better terms. Think about it.”

She’d heard enough. The sheer shamelessness of this man’s pursuit of his own interests was almost impressive.

“Don’t waste your breath,” Eleanor said flatly, turning her face away. “No matter what you offer, I’m not staying.”

Ian’s expression remained unreadable. “So, you’ve decided to join Dr. Windsor’s lab?”

Eleanor ignored him, slung her bag over her shoulder, and strode off, leaving him no room to persuade her further. Behind her, Ian’s eyes narrowed for a moment.

A beat later, he followed her out of the lobby.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” Eleanor’s clear, melodic voice rang out. “Today, I’ll be sharing the latest advances in leukemia research…”

Students in the audience quickly readied their notebooks, eager to jot down notes.

About twenty minutes into her talk, Eleanor noticed the auditorium doors quietly open. A tall figure slipped in and took a seat in the back corner.

Even from that distance, Eleanor felt the intense weight of his gaze—Ian.

Her train of thought faltered for a brief moment, forcing her to pause mid-sentence. She quickly gathered herself and continued.

After an hour, her lecture drew to a close, and a crowd of students gathered around with questions. Eleanor answered several patiently before offering a polite smile. “I’d be happy to discuss more next time. Thank you, everyone.”