No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1261

Joel's guilt deepened. "I'm sorry, Eleanor. I never expected this… I just found our discussions so insightful back then, I didn't consider how it might affect your marriage."

"It wasn't your fault, Joel." Eleanor shook her head. "The problems were already there between us. Poor communication, a lack of trust… it's all in the past now."

Even if it hadn't been Joel, there was still Vanessa Shannon. At the time, Ian Goodwin was unwilling to be open about his relationship with Vanessa, and she would have ended up just as embittered.

Of course, Eleanor did recall a few times when Ian had tried to explain, but by then, she no longer wanted to hear any of it. She was sure that even if he had explained back then, nothing would have changed.

Given her capabilities at the time, upon learning about her daughter's potential genetic condition, she might have divorced him even faster to make way for Vanessa, allowing Ian to maintain his connection to Vanessa as a donor.

Seeing Joel's remorseful expression, Eleanor got up and walked over to pat his shoulder. "Joel, don't dwell on it. It really wasn't your fault."

Joel sighed and looked up at Eleanor, a deeply hidden secret held tight in his heart.

The truth was, when he first learned of Eleanor's unhappiness, he had developed feelings for her. After all, the real reason he had returned to the country was because of her.

Eleanor might not have known, but he was sure Ian knew everything.

As for Eleanor joining the lab, Ian must have approached Dr. Lyman privately. However, the theoretical foundation for the lab was Eleanor's own proposal.

So, even if Ian had talked to Dr. Lyman, it would have been impossible to kick Eleanor out.

"Ellie, do you think… if it hadn't been for me, would you two not have…" Joel looked at Eleanor, speculating.

He stood with his back to the hallway, shoulders shaking, but without a sound. An unshakable aura of grief and despair surrounded him.

When he turned around, Eleanor's heart pounded. She fumbled to pull out a clean handkerchief, awkwardly stuffed it into his hand, and then turned and fled.

He later returned the handkerchief to her, washed and clean. He was still cold and unapproachable, like someone from a different, higher world.

But Eleanor had seen his vulnerability. Combined with the purest flutterings of a young girl's heart, it made her fall for him completely.

Joel waited for her to continue, but Eleanor's gaze flickered. "That was all a long time ago. It's better not to bring it up."

Joel felt a touch of disappointment but didn't press further. Seeing her clear reluctance to talk about it, he knew that while the beginning of that story might have been sweet, the ending had been painful.