No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 609

A hint of icy sarcasm curled Eleanor’s lips as she glanced over her shoulder at the man behind her. “If I ever decide to get married again, you’ll be the first to know.”

With a soft chime, the elevator doors slid open onto the ground floor. Eleanor strode out without so much as a backward glance, leaving Ian’s once-suppressed cough echoing in the marble lobby.

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At noon, Eleanor pulled her car up in front of Vaughn Group. Today, Xavier was finally back at work.

He looked much better than the last time she’d seen him. The cast was gone from his arm, though he still moved it a little stiffly.

Eleanor stepped out and, before Xavier could react, opened his door for him. He looked surprised and slightly embarrassed. “I can still handle opening car doors, you know.”

She smiled, unbothered. “I promised I’d take care of you until you’re fully recovered. I keep my promises.”

As Xavier settled into the passenger seat, a faint trace of Eleanor’s perfume drifted in the air, making him smile without even realizing it.

He’d already picked out a restaurant nearby. Ten minutes later, Eleanor pulled into the parking lot, and when they walked into the restaurant, a waiter immediately approached with a warm greeting. “Mr. Vaughn, welcome! Your table’s ready.”

Clearly, Xavier was a regular here; the staff recognized him instantly. Several waiters cast curious glances at Eleanor—they’d never seen Xavier bring such a young, beautiful woman with him before.

“I come here pretty often,” Xavier explained as they sat down. “It’s close to the office, and the food’s just right.”

Eleanor nodded in agreement.

“Weren’t you at Meridian Dynamics this morning?” Xavier asked, glancing at her over his glass of water.

“I was at the Vesper Joy Hotel for an early meeting. Came straight from there,” she replied.

Eleanor’s gaze was calm, unwavering. “Xavier—”

“I know what you’re worried about.” He met her eyes evenly. “I’ll handle Ian. The gossip, the judgment, I’ll take it all. As long as you’re willing—I’ll protect you.”

If he and Eleanor got married, it would definitely raise eyebrows. Everyone knew about his long friendship with Ian, and the rumors would be relentless. Xavier knew she’d have to bear a lot.

“I’m sorry,” Eleanor said softly. “Right now, all my energy is focused on Evelyn and my work. I’m not thinking about relationships.”

Disappointment flickered in Xavier’s eyes, but he quickly managed a smile. “That’s okay. I can wait.”

“Don’t.” Eleanor’s voice was gentle but firm. “Don’t wait for me, Xavier. You deserve someone better. Don’t waste your time on me.”