No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 98

Eleanor's patience snapped. "If you're not going back, I'll just grab a cab myself."

Without another word, she stepped to the curb and flagged down a taxi. Ian caught up quickly, his voice low but firm. "Come on. Let's go."

Only then did Eleanor follow him to the car. As they settled in, she picked out a bracelet she liked and slipped it onto her slender, pale wrist. Even though the bracelet had only cost a few bucks, it looked delicate and lovely on her.

Ian seemed just as dispirited, saying nothing as he drove them straight back to Goodwin Manor. Eleanor quietly gathered up the rest of the bracelets and walked inside, still wearing the one she'd chosen.

"Back already? Let me see what you picked out!" Grandma called from her armchair, eager to check what her grandson had brought home.

Eleanor held out her wrist with a gentle smile. "Look, Grandma, I got a bracelet. It's just my style."

"Oh, Ellie, with your fair skin and pretty face, everything looks good on you," Grandma praised. Her eyesight wasn't what it used to be—she took one look at the bracelet and assumed it must be a high-end piece worth thousands.

Ian sank onto the sofa, propping his elbow and rubbing his brow—either worn out or just not in the mood to play along.

"Why don't you both stay the night?" Grandma suggested warmly.

Eleanor's heart skipped. "That's all right, Grandma, we'll just go home and sleep in our own beds."

"This is your home too, sweetheart!" Grandma insisted, her tone brooking no argument. "Go on upstairs and get some rest, both of you."

"Grandma..." Eleanor tried again, but the old lady was having none of it.

"Hush now, listen to your grandmother. Both of you, up to bed!"

Eleanor knew if she kept pushing, Grandma's temper would flare. She pressed her lips into a small smile. "You should get some rest too, Grandma."

"Faye is amazing! My idol."

"Joel is so handsome—my dream guy."

"Faye, thank you for your research! You saved my family—I love you!"

"This is the kind of hero we should admire. Star Researcher Award—Faye is the best!"

Because Eleanor had missed the interview, Faye had ended up in the spotlight, and the public assumed she was the mastermind behind the breakthrough.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door slid open with a soft hiss, and Ian emerged, wrapped in a robe.