No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1278

The drunken haze in Ian's eyes had vanished at some point, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness. He was about to say more.

The elevator dinged as it reached their floor, interrupting their conversation. Eleanor walked out first, with Ian following close behind.

When Eleanor reached her room and was about to use her key card, Ian's low voice sounded from behind her. "Good night."

Though she hadn't answered his earlier question, he was clearly in a good mood—one might even say pleased.

Eleanor replied with a polite, quiet, "Good night."

"The flight is at ten tomorrow morning," Ian added, implying she didn't need to arrange her own travel back and could take his private jet.

She opened her door and went inside. After she closed it, a small smile touched Ian's lips before he turned and entered his own room.

***

After a quiet and restful night, Eleanor came out with her luggage packed. Ian's tall figure was leaning against the hallway wall, and it was impossible to tell how long he had been waiting there.

"Let the driver take your luggage to the car first. We can go get some breakfast," he said.

Eleanor was carrying her bag and pulling a small suitcase. Ian reached out with a long arm and, before she could react, lifted the suitcase and walked ahead.

Eleanor frowned but followed him.

Ian handed the luggage to the driver waiting at the restaurant entrance, then turned back to Eleanor. "Let's go in and get some breakfast."

Eleanor entered the restaurant first. She picked up a plate, chose a few of her favorite items, and sat down at a table by the window. Ian came over shortly after and naturally pulled out the chair across from her to sit down.

Last night, Eleanor had come to a realization. Ian's help with Mansfield wasn't without its own rewards. From Garth's remarks, it was clear that the technology held great promise for both tech and biotech sectors. With Ian owning a top-tier tech company and several biomedical firms and labs, it was a sound investment for him.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do after this project wraps up?" Ian asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Eleanor had considered it. The Neural Interface Project was too vast, with many research directions, and her energy was limited. So, she had decided to specialize in her recent discovery and conduct in-depth research specifically on treating neurodegenerative diseases.

Eleanor took a sip of her coffee, thought for a few seconds, and then looked at the man across from her. "I want to focus on research into neurodegenerative diseases. I might need to step away from the current Neural Interface Project."

After a pause, she added, "If you don't think this project is worth investing in, I can leave Goodwin & Co. and find another platform."

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