No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1487

Seeing the food arriving, Eleanor realized she was indeed hungry. She nodded. "Okay, let's eat first! We shouldn't starve ourselves."

Eleanor was just deciding what to get when Ian picked up the serving utensils and naturally placed the most tender piece of the steamed fish onto her plate.

At the same time, he said to Joel, "Dr. Kingsley is a real talent in this field. Your ideas have always been incredibly forward-thinking. I admire that."

Eleanor blinked and turned to look at the man beside her. His tone was even, giving nothing away, but why did she feel like there was an underlying meaning to his words?

Joel smiled and pushed up his glasses. "You flatter me, Mr. Goodwin. I'm just doing my job."

Eleanor stared at Ian, her gaze filled with scrutiny. Ian noticed her looking but didn't meet her eyes. He simply murmured, "Eat up. Have it while it's hot."

Eleanor didn't look away, as if trying to see right through him.

Ian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes flickered behind his glasses.

Eleanor could tell that his praise for Joel carried a clear hint of hostility.

Obviously, Joel had picked up on it too, but he merely kept his smile and didn't say anything else, turning to converse with the manager on his other side.

Ian grew uncomfortable under Eleanor's gaze. He knew he hadn't managed to hide his petty jealousy after all.

He didn't want to upset her, especially not at an occasion like today. He turned back to meet her eyes, trying to change the subject, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is the fish not to your liking?"

Eleanor just felt bad for Joel. He had poured so much blood, sweat, and tears into this project, and Ian shouldn't be treating him this way.

Suddenly, Ian reached under the table and grasped Eleanor's hand, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. Then, leaning closer to her, he muttered in a voice only she could hear, "I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Before Eleanor could process this, he leaned into her ear and confessed, "I admit it. I'm jealous."

Eleanor looked at him. Through his lenses, Ian's eyes reflected his helplessness and awkward feelings.

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