No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1154

The meeting this time had also invited the brain-computer interface team from Starnova, serving as an academic exchange between personnel from both sides.

Eleanor Sutton pushed open the conference room door. Eight core members of the lab were already seated inside, and Ian Goodwin was sitting next to the head position.

He was dressed in a deep gray suit, posture steady, head bowed as he reviewed the documents in his hand. His head of white hair appeared especially stark under the lights.

Seemingly hearing the footsteps, he looked up. Eleanor, however, naturally greeted the engineers from Starnova without making eye contact with him.

Ian blinked, then returned his gaze to the documents, his inner thoughts unknown.

Eleanor's seat was at the head of the table. She connected her laptop to the projector, and the meeting soon began.

She led the presentation on key recent advancements in brain-computer interface research. The entire conference room was silent, filled only by her clear voice and the faint sound of slides changing.

Ian leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the complex structural model projected on the screen, listening with extreme attentiveness. His profound eyes showed none of the confusion of a layperson; clearly, he had done his homework in this area.

He could understand Eleanor's explanations well enough, but it was mostly the Starnova engineers who posed questions to her. As Eleanor answered their queries, a pair of eyes remained fixed on her face, then drifted to her beautiful head, as if trying to peer through and see what constructed that brilliant mind.

Her intelligence astonished him. The sweetly naive girl from his memory was gone. So too was the playful woman who had snuggled in his arms demanding kisses, disrupted his work, bought him glasses on a whim, and insisted he wear them.

Yet they had shared a bed for six years—

But the woman sitting beside him now exuded an unapproachable, academic air that made her difficult to grasp and decipher.

Eleanor was listening to an engineer's explanation when her gaze inadvertently shifted to the man beside her. Ian had been staring so intently that his focus had drifted, making him appear somewhat distracted.

Eleanor's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Ryan and Callie, standing to the side, exchanged a glance and wisely made themselves scarce to avoid any collateral fallout.

Eleanor didn't intend to say more and moved to walk past him toward her office.

"Your presentation today was excellent," Ian praised in a low voice.

Eleanor left without another word. Shortly after, Ian also stepped out. There had been a glimmer of good news in Eleanor's meeting information—they had at least touched upon a potential key to awakening coma patients.

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Vanessa began applying her makeup in the afternoon.

She was to accompany Walden Wells to a private dinner that evening. Within their circles, the fact that she was Walden Wells's woman had spread like wildfire. Coupled with her own beauty and social skills, Walden Wells was, for the time being, utterly taken with her, taking her wherever he went.