No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1337

At that moment, a message notification chimed on Eleanor's phone. It was from Ian. [I'm heading out on a business trip for three days. I'll have to trouble you with Evelyn.]

Eleanor glanced at her phone and replied, [Focus on your work. I'll take good care of Evelyn.]

As the tall man stepped out of his house, he read the message, and a faint smile touched his lips. At least her replies were no longer curt, one-word answers.

Gavin glanced over at the coffee shop, wondering if he should grab a coffee for his boss to have on the way.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was Eleanor.

He knew she was on a break recently, so it wasn't particularly strange to see her at a coffee shop near her home.

As Gavin watched, a young man in a simple white shirt sat down in the empty seat across from her. Gavin's first thought was that he was trying to hit on her.

But his assumption changed a second later. Eleanor was smiling and saying something to the young man, who immediately stood up and respectfully shook her hand.

Gavin stared, stunned for a few seconds, carefully studying the boy through the glass window.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a clean-cut and handsome appearance, like a fresh college graduate. He seemed as bright and energetic as the morning sun overhead.

Inside, Eleanor and Diaz had already started their conversation. Eleanor got straight to the point. "Diaz, I've reviewed your resume. It's very impressive. I'm particularly interested in your research focus. Could you tell me more about your third project?"

Speaking about his professional field, Diaz's eyes lit up, and he began to articulately explain his research direction to Eleanor.

As Gavin was focused on the coffee shop, the rear car door suddenly opened, and Ian slid into the seat.

And why was Eleanor being so friendly with him?

Even through the window, it was obvious he was young, full of life.

Gavin cautiously observed his boss's expression. Ian's gaze remained locked on Eleanor, his jaw tight. An intimidating aura began to fill the car.

"Mr. Goodwin—" Gavin ventured tentatively, "should I go find out who he is?"

Before Gavin could finish, Ian shoved the car door open and swung his long legs out.

Gavin quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and followed him out of the car.