No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 869

Ian's gaze flickered as he looked at Xavier standing between him and Eleanor. A deep, almost instinctual possessiveness—one he himself hadn't fully recognized—surfaced in his dark eyes.

Just then, Ellington smiled and gently reminded Xavier, "Mr. Vaughn, Mr. Goodwin is here as well."

Only then did Xavier turn, a hint of surprise on his face.

He spotted Ian a few tables away and raised a hand in a casual wave. "Ian, you're here too."

From across the room, Ian lifted his glass to Xavier in a relaxed greeting.

Eleanor gracefully popped a piece of honeydew melon into her mouth and began asking Xavier about elementary schools for the children. Xavier was considering which top-tier school to choose for Vivian; with his resources, she could attend the very best.

"I was thinking we could pick the same school," Xavier suggested with a smile. "That way, the kids will have each other."

Eleanor offered a faint smile of her own. "I'm still thinking about it."

"No rush, it's still early," he replied, his smile unwavering.

Just then, Ian stood up to take a call. His brow furrowed as he glanced toward Eleanor, and after a quick word with his associates, he started walking in her direction.

"Mr. Goodwin, is something the matter?" Ellington asked, rising to meet him.

Ian gave him a slight nod before addressing Eleanor directly. "I have to head out."

She looked up, her voice cool. "I'm not your boss. You don't need to report to me."

A small smile touched Ian's lips, as if her coldness didn't faze him at all. He clapped Xavier on the shoulder. "I'm off."

"He's not always one for these kinds of events," Henry said, offering a small comfort.

Vanessa pushed aside her own sense of loneliness. Just then, Mayor Ellington took the stage, delivering a fifteen-minute speech that was met with thunderous applause.

Deciding to touch up her makeup, Eleanor headed for the restroom. As she stepped into the quiet hallway, a voice stopped her. "Eleanor, do you have a moment to talk?"

It was Vanessa. Her expression was deceptively friendly, but her eyes held an unmistakable glint of provocation as she stared unabashedly at Eleanor.

Eleanor met her gaze, her eyes sweeping over Vanessa from head to toe for the first time with a complex expression.

Vanessa was taken aback. In the past, Eleanor would have simply walked away with an air of detached superiority. Why was she reacting like this now?

"What do you want to talk about?" Eleanor asked, her tone distant and cold.