No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1444

Eleanor scrolled up. Ian had first asked if she needed a ride, then decided to come over anyway. He was about to arrive.

Eleanor replied, [Don’t worry about it, I’ll drive myself.]

She waited a moment, but when he didn’t reply, she grabbed her bag and headed out.

Just as she stepped out of the lab’s main lobby, a tall figure silhouetted by the setting sun appeared outside.

Who else could it be but Ian?

The receptionist hurried over to greet him. “Mr. Goodwin, welcome.”

“I’m here to pick up Dr. Sutton,” Ian replied pleasantly, his eyes fixed on Eleanor as he asked with concern, “Are you finished with your work?”

“Yes, just finished.” Eleanor nodded, adding apologetically, “Sorry, I lost track of time.”

Ian just smiled. “It’s fine. Work is important. Let’s go.”

As soon as the two of them left, the reception area erupted in excited chatter.

“Oh my god! Are they getting back together? Did you see the way Mr. Goodwin looked at Dr. Sutton? It was so tender!”

“I’m telling you, with a brilliant and beautiful ex-wife like Dr. Sutton, Mr. Goodwin won’t be interested in anyone else!”

“But Dr. Sutton and Dr. Kingsley were a good match too! I was totally shipping them!”

“But Mr. Goodwin probably has a better chance since they have a daughter together.”

At that moment, Eleanor was too tired to drive and got into Ian’s car. She assumed he was taking her directly to the hotel, but half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a formalwear boutique.

Eleanor frowned. “Why are we here?”

“Go pick out a gown. There’s still time,” Ian said in a low voice.

The stylist thought to herself that it was mainly because the client was naturally beautiful; the makeup was just an enhancement. She followed the gossip columns, so of course, she knew who Eleanor was—once the wife of the wealthiest man, now a genius researcher.

Eleanor descended the stairs, carrying her purse. The hem of her dress swayed with every step, catching the light in a way that made her look effortlessly elegant.

Ian was waiting on a sofa in the first-floor lounge, flipping through a financial magazine. Hearing footsteps, he quickly looked up.

His gaze froze on the figure descending the staircase. He had always known Eleanor was beautiful, but when she was dressed up, she was even more stunning.

Right now, she was so beautiful he could hardly look away.

“Let’s go,” Eleanor said to him.

Ian stood up, his eyes lingering on her as he praised in a low voice, “You look beautiful.”

Eleanor, holding her purse, instinctively reached down to lift the long hem of her gown as they walked out, afraid she might trip.