No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1300

"Dr. Lyman, please, take the head of the table," Byron said perceptively, stepping forward to greet him. Unable to refuse his enthusiastic offer, Dr. Lyman took the seat of honor.

Eleanor casually pulled out a chair and sat down next to Byron. Just then, after greeting Garrison's team, Ian naturally pulled out the chair beside Eleanor and took a seat.

It was an unspoken understanding among everyone present. The seat next to Ian was meant for Eleanor, and no one else would dare take the seat next to her.

"Is Evelyn behaving?" Ian asked, turning his head slightly. His clean, crisp scent drifted over to her.

Looking at him up close, Eleanor noticed that his eyes were bloodshot. It seemed his business trip had been exhausting.

"Yes," she murmured, looking down.

During the meal, the conversation revolved primarily around the project. Ian didn't say much, speaking only to offer constructive feedback, which showed his deep involvement.

The atmosphere was pleasant, and everyone seemed to enjoy a relaxed and cheerful meal.

As Eleanor was the only woman there, the waiter suddenly brought out an extra dessert, a crème brûlée.

The waiter placed it in front of her. "Mr. Goodwin requested this specifically for you, ma'am."

Eleanor was taken aback. She glanced at Ian, who raised his eyebrows slightly. "It's a new item on their menu. Want to try it?"

The men at the table generally didn't care for sweets, so they didn't need this special gesture.

The crème brûlée in its delicate dish looked truly delicious. Eleanor nodded. "Thank you."

The discussion continued, showing no signs of ending soon. Having finished her main course, Eleanor found herself intrigued by the dessert.

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