No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 611

“It’s been days—he must be better by now!”

“He never misses press events like this. He’ll show up.”

Eleanor had barely been dragged by Gwenda down to the lobby to watch the press conference when a sudden commotion rippled through the entrance. From a distance, they saw the crowd part on its own, making way for someone.

Ian appeared at the door in a sharp black suit, his posture tall and commanding. Whatever illness he’d had, he looked every bit restored.

Eleanor instinctively grabbed Gwenda’s hand, hoping to slip away unnoticed, but Ian’s hawk-like gaze swept the crowd and immediately landed on her. As she turned, their eyes met for a fleeting moment.

He lingered on her face just an instant before looking away, striding confidently toward the podium, not a trace of sickness in his demeanor.

Byron, already on stage, hurried to greet him, shaking his hand with energetic enthusiasm. “Now, let’s welcome our own Mr. Goodwin to say a few words.”

Taking the microphone, Ian’s voice resonated—deep, steady, and strong. “Apologies for being late, everyone. I’ve pinned my hopes on this robotics project for a long time.”

Gwenda kept a firm grip on Eleanor, refusing to let her leave. Eleanor found herself gazing up at Ian’s presence on stage, unable to resist stealing a few more glances.

Behind her, a few women whispered, “Mr. Goodwin looked awful last time, but today—he’s honestly gorgeous.”

Faye’s voice drifted over, a little too loud, a little too pointed. “Seems Mr. Goodwin’s cold is completely gone. Someone must have taken very good care of him.”

The remark landed deliberately in Eleanor’s ear. Gwenda glanced back to find Faye watching Eleanor with a sly smile.

“Come on,” Gwenda tugged Eleanor’s arm, “let’s get out of here if you don’t want to watch this.”

When Eleanor finally returned to her office, the building was eerily quiet. Most of the staff had gone downstairs for the press event, leaving the corridors empty.

She and Gwenda lingered in the break room for over twenty minutes. When Eleanor made her way back to her office and pushed open the door, she nearly jumped—Ian was sitting on her couch.

When Eleanor finally returned fifteen minutes later, Ian was gone.

He didn’t come back for the rest of the afternoon.

With the weekend on the horizon, Eleanor’s only plan was to spend quality time with her daughter.

Saturday morning dawned bright and crisp. Eleanor walked through the mall hand-in-hand with her little girl, the child skipping beside her like a happy butterfly.

They shopped for essentials, then headed home. As soon as they reached the door, Evelyn spotted a large cardboard box waiting on the doorstep.

“Ooh! What’s this?”

Joslyn, their housekeeper, hurried over. “Ma’am, this just arrived. Mr. Goodwin had it delivered—a robot for Evelyn.”