No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1060

In the conference room, Smith was giving an update on Gina's condition. Due to her age and pre-existing health issues, her recovery required flexible adjustments, but all signs indicated that her condition was improving.

"I've compiled a list of data points. These marked here show a high degree of compatibility with Mrs. Goodwin's sequence," Eleanor said, opening her laptop. Ian immediately stood up and moved closer, his shoulder almost touching hers as he leaned in to look at the screen.

Eleanor's brow furrowed slightly, and she leaned back in her chair. "I need more samples for comparison," she continued.

"I'll contact her and get her to cooperate," Ian replied in a low voice.

Just then, Smith's phone rang. He gestured to them that he needed to take the call and stepped out of the room.

With just the two of them left, Ian turned his head to look at Eleanor's profile, so close to him. His deep gaze moved from her eyebrows, down to her lips, and locked there.

Eleanor, however, was focused on the screen, her mind completely absorbed with data. Suddenly, her phone, which was on the table, lit up with a new message.

As soon as Eleanor leaned in, the phone's facial recognition unlocked, and the message appeared.

"I'm done with my work here. See you in Ashford City tomorrow."

The sender—Mansfield Ellington.

Ian's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. He stared at the message, a heavy feeling settling in his chest.

Eleanor picked up her phone and replied simply, "Okay, see you then."

After sending the brief reply, she put her phone down. Mansfield responded almost instantly. "Our last meeting was too rushed. I forgot to give you the gift I prepared. I'll bring it this time."

Eleanor remembered him mentioning a sapphire. She replied, "Okay. Travel safely."

Ian, who was leaning against the table, straightened up and tugged at his tie. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to maintain his composure.

Ian sat to the side, the light from the blinds casting mottled shadows on him. Eleanor was so close, yet he felt as if she were a world away.

Finally, Smith's presentation ended. He stood up and left first. Eleanor was packing up her laptop, about to leave, when Ian suddenly reached out and shut the conference room door.

Eleanor stopped in her tracks. She looked up at the man blocking her way, her eyes questioning.

"What are you doing?"

"You and Mansfield—" Ian's voice was rough and hoarse. "Are you two officially seeing each other?"

Eleanor met his gaze, looking into the bottomless depths of his dark eyes. For a moment, she could clearly see the swirling pain and struggle within them—a mix of vulnerability and intensity.

Eleanor looked at him calmly. "Get out."