From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 7

After leaving the villa, Eleanor headed straight to the office. She walked in, calm and collected, and handed her resignation letter to Peter’s assistant.

“Leon, here’s my resignation.”

Leon stared at her, clearly stunned. Out of everyone in the company, he was the only one who knew she was Mrs. Clarkson.

“Ms. Rolland, does the CEO know about this?”

Eleanor met his gaze, her expression steady. “Does a secretary really need his personal approval to resign?”

She remembered how she’d originally worked in the R&D department, until Peter moved her over to the secretarial team. Looking back now, it struck her that Jessie joined the lab only two months after her transfer. Peter had always run the biotech branch by himself. It was obvious now. He’d planned this from the start.

Maybe even back in college, when he’d chased after her, it had all just been for show. He needed to get married to fulfill his family’s wishes, but the only person he ever really cared about was Jessie. Always Jessie.

Leon hesitated at her icy tone but quickly recovered, forcing a polite smile. “We’ll follow standard procedures, then.”

If she was resigning, Peter must already know. That’s how it worked here.

“Normally, you’d need to do a month-long handover. But if you want to leave sooner, once the approval goes through this afternoon, you don’t have to come back tomorrow.”

Eleanor laughed quietly to herself. Leon knew about her relationship with Peter, yet he still treated her this way. It was only because Peter never really cared about her in the first place.

“That works for me. But before I leave, Leon, I’m suspending the company’s license to use my gene patent. I never received any compensation for it, after all.”

Leon’s face went pale. “Mrs. Clarkson, you can’t do that. The lab is at a crucial stage right now. If you pull the patent, the losses to the company could be huge.”

Eleanor gave him a faint smile. “I’m just letting you know, Leon. I’m not asking for your permission.”

“I’ve already sent the revocation notice to the company email. If anyone uses my personal patent without permission, I’ll see you in court.”

Her arms were full of bags from clearing out her things at work, and as she walked, her phone started ringing. She fumbled in her purse, trying to answer, and tripped, crashing right into someone in front of her.

“Careful,” a deep, warm voice said, close to her ear.

She caught a whiff of something cool, like fresh winter blossoms. A strong hand steadied her at her waist, the touch gentle but sure, sending a subtle warmth through her thin clothes.

Eleanor’s head shot up. Her eyes, wide with surprise, met his. His gaze was dark, deep, impossible to look away from.

Her cheeks flamed red. She straightened up and took a quick step back. “I’m sorry.”

Max’s eyes lingered on her blushing ears, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “No problem.”

Eleanor ducked her head and hurried out of the coffee shop, not daring to look back.