No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1559

A woman like that, even divorced, was entirely beyond the judgment of ordinary people.

The actress quickly adjusted her expression, contemplating whether she should go over and introduce herself.

After all, making a connection with a brilliant mind like Eleanor couldn't possibly hurt.

Just then, a tall, imposing figure stepped into the lounge on the second floor.

Dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, his strikingly handsome face and natural, commanding aura instantly silenced the room.

The actress covered her mouth in shock. Oh my god, it's Ian Goodwin.

Ian didn't spare a single glance at the room, walking straight toward Eleanor's table.

Seeing him, the corners of Eleanor's lips curled into a faint smile.

Ian stopped beside her, lowering his head to ask gently, "Have you been waiting long?"

"No," she shook her head.

His heavy gaze traced her features. "You look beautiful."

He offered his hand. "Let's go."

As Eleanor stood up, Ian shifted his grip, firmly holding her hand as he led her out of the lounge.

The actress had been planning to use this moment to greet Ian, but her assistant frantically pulled her back, shooting her a warning look.

Finally, Ian and Eleanor disappeared down the hall.

The actress turned to her assistant, annoyed. "Why did you stop me?"

"Didn't you see the morning news?" the assistant hissed. "Ian Goodwin and his ex-wife are practically back together. Do you really think he'd be happy if you tried to network with him right in front of her?"

The assistant had sharp eyes. From the moment Ian walked in, he hadn't looked at a single other person. Only Eleanor existed in his eyes; everyone else was just background noise.

"Dr. Lyman, you're too kind. Wishing you and your wife a happy golden anniversary," Ian said, presenting the gift box he had prepared.

"Thank you, Ian." Mrs. Brown accepted the gift with a warm smile before turning to Eleanor. "Miss Sutton, you look absolutely stunning tonight. Such elegance."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brown. You're too kind," Eleanor smiled politely.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two walked deeper into the ballroom. Their entrance instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room. Their identities and influence were known to all.

Ian's current position as the President of The Guild of Commerce—having taken over from Mr. Brown—gave him supreme status in the business world, while Eleanor's rising prominence in the scientific community was widely respected.

Coupled with the morning's news practically confirming their reconciliation, their powerful union was the envy of everyone present.

In the corners of the room, hushed whispers began to spread.

"Look, Mr. Goodwin and his ex-wife really are back together."