No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 729

Eleanor returned to her office, draping a jacket over her arm and picking up her bag before heading toward the elevator lobby.

Waiting by the elevator were Ian and Gavin.

“Miss Sutton,” Gavin greeted her with a friendly smile.

Eleanor nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, one of the elevator doors slid open. Gavin quickly stepped forward to hold it. “Mr. Goodwin, Miss Sutton, after you.”

Ian glanced at Eleanor, then stepped inside first. Eleanor, remembering that Xavier was probably already waiting for her, didn’t want to keep him waiting. Without giving it too much thought, she followed Ian in. Gavin entered last, quietly positioning himself behind Ian.

When the elevator reached the ground floor and chimed, Eleanor was the first to step out. As she looked up, she immediately spotted Xavier sitting on a sofa in the lobby. She headed straight toward him.

Xavier stood up to greet her, a warm smile on his face.

Behind her, Ian paused mid-step, his gaze sharpening as he watched the scene unfold. So, the important friend Eleanor had mentioned was Xavier.

Xavier noticed Ian as well and gave him a polite wave.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Eleanor said to Xavier.

Xavier smiled. “Not at all—I just got here. Shall we go?”

Gavin watched as Eleanor and Xavier walked off together, side by side, and suddenly the whole lobby felt colder.

“Mr. Goodwin, should we go grab lunch?” Gavin asked in a hushed voice.

“Back to the office,” Ian replied, eyes still lingering on Eleanor and Xavier.

“Of course. Your meeting with Alan is at two thirty—” Gavin began, trailing off.

He couldn’t help but think: Mr. Goodwin’s barely had time to breathe lately, let alone eat a proper meal. Mr. Vaughn sure seems to have it easier.

Meanwhile, Eleanor and Xavier had climbed into his car, already discussing what to eat.

“There’s a great restaurant nearby,” Eleanor suggested. “Want to give it a try?”

Xavier grinned. “If you recommend it, I’m definitely in.”

Eleanor turned her gaze forward and pointed the way. “Take a left up ahead.”

Before Xavier could start the car, a sleek black Mercedes rolled past them—it was Ian’s car.

“Ian had meetings here today?” Xavier asked, curiosity in his tone.

“Yeah—a technical meeting,” Eleanor replied.

Xavier didn’t press for details. Following Eleanor’s directions, he pulled up to a nearby bistro. Eleanor ordered four of the house specialties and checked with Xavier, “Do you like spicy food?”

Xavier nodded. “A little heat is fine.”

At first, Xavier only noticed a gentle kick, but soon his face turned a shade pinker, like he’d had a glass of wine.

Eleanor noticed right away. She quickly poured him a glass of water. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t realize these would be so spicy! Let me order a few milder dishes.”

Xavier looked at her, understanding. He knew Eleanor well enough to realize that if he refused, she might avoid traveling with him in the future.

So he accepted the folder graciously. “All right—but on one condition.”

Eleanor blinked. “What condition?”

“You owe me a meal. My choice of time and place,” Xavier said, then added, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t clash with your schedule.”

Eleanor was relieved he agreed to take the folder. After all, the money meant little to him, but to her, it was about principle. “Deal—just let me know when I’m not swamped, okay?”

“Of course.” Xavier nodded and drove her back to the lab.

As Eleanor climbed out of the car, a silver Bentley pulled up nearby. Faye and Naomi stepped out.

Faye caught sight of Eleanor, then noticed Xavier at the wheel with his window still down. A flash of jealousy crossed her eyes.

So this was the real reason Eleanor skipped out on today’s get-together—she had a lunch date with Xavier.

Xavier glanced Faye’s way. Faye smiled sweetly. “Mr. Vaughn, good afternoon.”

Xavier simply nodded, then started the car and pulled away.

Faye’s smile faltered as he drove off. She was sure he’d recognized her from the gala last month—he couldn’t have forgotten her that quickly, could he?

But judging by Xavier’s reaction, it seemed he really had. Faye felt a pang of disappointment—was she really that forgettable?