No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 548

“Dr. Sutton, can we add you on WhatsApp?”

“Yeah, is that okay?” The request came from a group of good-looking young men, all brimming with the easy confidence of college athletes.

The atmosphere in the lecture hall turned lively and a little chaotic.

Eleanor had just opened her mouth to politely decline when a deep, cold male voice cut through the noise from the back of the crowd. “Dr. Sutton’s lecture was excellent.”

Everyone turned around, and there he was—a man in a sharply tailored suit, radiating the kind of aura that warned people to keep their distance.

A few students who always seemed up on campus gossip recognized him instantly. “Oh my God, isn’t that Dr. Sutton’s ex-husband, Ian?”

“I can’t believe he showed up.”

Ian stepped forward, his expression unreadable as his gaze swept over the group of guys who’d started the commotion. “Academic discussion is welcome,” he said, voice even but steely, “but bothering Dr. Sutton isn’t very polite.”

His piercing stare made the boys visibly uncomfortable. They managed a couple of awkward chuckles before slipping away. Truthfully, they’d just been caught up in the moment—Eleanor was strikingly beautiful, and they couldn’t resist teasing a little. No harm was meant.

“Dr. Sutton has an important meeting to attend,” Ian announced, scanning the students with a cool authority.

Eleanor offered her students an apologetic smile. “Sorry, everyone. Let’s continue our discussion another time.”

Students who still had questions reluctantly drifted away as the crowd thinned. Eleanor spotted Dr. Windsor and Mann lingering at the edge of the room and made her way toward them.

Ian narrowed his eyes, clearly intending to follow, but Eleanor suddenly turned on her heel. “Don’t haunt Dr. Windsor, Ian,” she said sharply. “He’s not interested in working with you.”

“It’s Drexford Technologies. They’ve promised not to interfere with the direction of the research or claim ownership of the results. For us, that’s an ideal arrangement.”

A surge of hope rose in Eleanor’s chest. Scientific research was always compromised when tangled with outside interests; having a company willing to take a hands-off approach was a rare blessing.

Mann, who’d been listening quietly, couldn’t help but interject, “That’s miles better than the terms Goodwin & Co. offered.”

York was silent for a moment, then looked Eleanor in the eye. “Ellie, would you like to be involved? You led the project last time. I still have all the data. If you want to come back, I’ll hand it over to you.”

Eleanor had been turning this question over in her mind for days—if she was invited, would she join? But the answer was already clear in her heart. She lifted her gaze, resolve shining in her eyes. “Mr. Windsor, I’d be honored to join.”

York nodded approvingly, then added, “I heard there’s a Juliette Lab facility that was recently closed. We’re hoping to talk to the owner about leasing it for our new project. Would you be willing to help reach out?” He looked at Eleanor expectantly.