No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 932

The almost fanatical sincerity in his eyes caught Eleanor off guard for a second, but then the irony of it all came crashing back.

"Are you done? If you are, then move," she said, and this time, instead of just using his name, she pushed him aside. For a man of his stature, he moved surprisingly easily, not because of her strength, but because he yielded to her touch, stepping aside to let her pass.

"Sorry for taking up your time," Ian said, his voice low and hoarse.

Eleanor barely gave him a second glance as she walked toward the lab, swiped her card, and disappeared behind the heavy, soundproof door as it slowly closed between them.

Ian stood frozen, the fierce emotions receding back into his inscrutable eyes, leaving behind only a restrained calm. He couldn't afford to lose his composure now. This wasn't the time or place to have this conversation.

Stepping back into the elevator, he pinched the bridge of his nose, a flicker of sharp, hidden pain still visible in his eyes.

That afternoon, Eleanor took a break to pick up her daughter from school herself.

At the school, she ran into Mrs. Vaughn. As the two children played on the nearby slide, Mrs. Vaughn made friendly conversation. "Eleanor, how has work been? Still busy?"

Eleanor smiled and nodded. "Yes, very busy."

Mrs. Vaughn studied her. Even as a mother, Eleanor looked young and vibrant, with a presence that was immediately comforting.

"You should come over to our house sometime. The girls get along so well, it would be nice for them to play more," Mrs. Vaughn invited, the underlying meaning of her words clear.

"I'd love that," Eleanor replied with a polite smile. "When things at work slow down, I'll be sure to stop by."

Mrs. Vaughn knew it was a noncommittal answer. She hoped her son would pursue Eleanor, but he had been so swamped with work lately that he was hardly ever seen.

Just then, Eleanor's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and excused herself. "Sorry, I have to take this."

A maid opened the door, and Eleanor led her daughter into the living room.

Magdalen was already waiting at the entrance, her face breaking into a wide smile the moment she saw them.

"My little Evelyn is here! Come to Great-Grandma."

"Great-Grandma!" Evelyn cried, running into the old woman's arms.

"Oh, my sweet girl, my little treasure," the old woman cooed, hugging her tightly.

Eleanor followed them in, carrying a basket of fruit. "Grandma, how have you been feeling?"

"You're just coming for dinner, you shouldn't have brought anything! Come in, come in," she chided gently, though her face beamed with happiness at Eleanor's arrival.