No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1207

Eleanor's steps subconsciously faltered. She looked around, searching for Ellington, but Ian was already walking toward her. "Don't bother looking," he said in a low voice. "I'm the one picking you up."

Eleanor frowned. "Why are you here? Where's Evelyn?"

"Serena picked Evelyn up to have dinner at my place," Ian said, naturally reaching out to take the laptop bag from her hand. He practically had to take it from her, a mix of gentle force and her resigned compliance.

"Did you see him?" Ian asked, his voice low and steady.

"Yes," Eleanor nodded, a hint of weariness in her brow, but also a sense of settled determination in her eyes.

In the crowd, a paparazzi photographer had been focused on Eleanor since she appeared. He had originally been there to stalk a celebrity but had gotten lucky, catching the moment the billionaire Ian Goodwin quietly came to greet his ex-wife.

Moreover, the thoughtful care Ian showed in every gesture suggested that the high-profile divorce from two years ago might have a chance of being reversed.

"You must be tired. The car's outside," Ian said, not pressing for more details, and turned to lead the way.

Eleanor walked beside him, looking at his broad, straight back. For a moment, her mind seemed to go still. In the middle of the bustling crowd, the tightness in her chest began to ease.

Once inside the car, the outside noise was cut off. The enclosed space was filled with a faint, crisp scent that was uniquely his—he had driven himself.

Ian didn't start the car immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at her. "Did it go well?"

Eleanor didn't refuse to talk about it with him; after all, he was the one leading the research for Mansfield's rescue. "The meeting went smoothly. The expert panel generally approved my proposal."

Ian nodded, then started the car and drove onto the brightly lit airport road.

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