No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1639

Gwenda's face grew even hotter. "I know. He's honest and dependable, but he's just so boring."

Eleanor laughed. "That's why your personalities balance each other out perfectly. You're outgoing and straightforward; you two are a great match."

Gwenda clearly didn't plan on hiding it anymore. She nervously wrung her hands. "Actually, sometimes when I watch him working in the lab, he does look pretty handsome."

Eleanor offered her encouragement. "I can tell Callie pays a lot of attention to you too."

Gwenda covered her face. "No way!"

Eleanor smiled. "I think you two are very compatible."

Gwenda mumbled quietly, "He's a complete workaholic. All he sees is data and experiments. When does he ever look at me?"

Eleanor smiled and shook her head, her eyes fixed on the data on the screen. "He might not say much, but he's grounded. If he truly likes someone, he won't just talk about it—his actions will prove it."

Gwenda suddenly remembered how Callie had recently started bringing her snacks and little cakes. Maybe she had just completely missed the signs.

"He has been buying me snacks lately for no reason, and he remembered my favorite drink. But do things like that really mean he likes me?" Gwenda tilted her head, thinking hard.

"If he remembers your preferences, it means he cares about you."

Gwenda blinked. "Is Mr. Goodwin like that with you too?"

Eleanor thought for a moment, her lips curving upward as she nodded. "Yes. Though he's a bit busier."

Expectation finally bloomed in Gwenda's eyes. She wasn't getting any younger, and Callie really was a high-quality guy. She needed to seize the opportunity.

***

That evening, Eleanor was working overtime.

Ian showed up with dinner in hand.

"I dropped Evelyn off at my mom's place," Ian explained, setting out the takeout from a five-star restaurant on the table.

"Thank you. I appreciate it." Eleanor looked at him, picking up her fork without hesitation.

"Next time you work late, let me know. I'll come keep you company," Ian said.

"I'll probably be working late quite a bit lately." Eleanor looked up at him. "I want to speed up the experiments."

Ian nodded. "Alright. If you need backup, just say the word."

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