No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 521

Eleanor paused, just a moment, but it wasn’t exactly surprising that he knew about this—after all, several researchers from Juliette Grayson’s lab had recently joined the company.

“That’s right. I’ll be leaving in three months,” she replied.

“You deserve a break.”

“Yeah, I need some time off.”

“Alright then, I’ll wait for you to treat me to dinner when you’re free,” Xavier texted back.

Only then did Eleanor remember she owed him not just one, but two dinners by now. She really should find a time to make good on that promise.

“Let’s do tomorrow! My schedule’s clear in the morning,” she replied after double-checking her calendar.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then,” Xavier answered, leaving her to her day.

Ever since she’d decided to leave the lab, a weight had lifted from Eleanor’s shoulders. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d truly relaxed. The results from the new drug trial were promising—a patient with early-stage leukemia was now completely symptom-free. As she read the latest report, Eleanor felt a swell of quiet satisfaction.

That evening, Ellington invited her to an early meeting the next day. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Eleanor decided to take Xavier out for lunch at the Vesper Joy Hotel—she could squeeze it in between her work commitments.

The following morning, Eleanor requested a half-day off from Simone. She had a meeting at ten and, as usual for these occasions, she dressed with understated formality: a pale blue blouse and a gray pencil skirt—simple, but sharp.

Ellington and several of the hotel’s senior staff took turns briefing her. After a year on the job, Eleanor knew the business inside and out.

During the meeting, she sat at the head of the table—her slender figure radiating quiet authority.

“With the summer rush, our occupancy rate jumped eighteen percent last quarter, and the average room price has held steady, even rising a little,” one manager reported.

As he sat down, he set a folder on the table. Eleanor couldn’t help but smile. “Busy day?”

Xavier glanced at the folder. “Let’s order first.”

She signaled for the waiter and handed Xavier the menu. “Order whatever you like.”

He looked up with a grin. “Careful, Ms. Sutton, I might take you at your word.”

She laughed in spite of herself. “I can handle one meal.”

Xavier selected three dishes and passed the menu back to her. “Your turn—pick two more.”