Chapter summary of Chapter 1326 – No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) by Harper Laine
In Chapter 1326, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) by Harper Laine, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor).
Ian's gaze swept over the crowd before landing, sharp and focused, on Eleanor, who was seated at the far left end of the long table by the window. Her long hair was down, a faint smile played on her lips, and she looked unusually relaxed. The warm lighting seemed to envelop her in a soft glow.
He watched her for a few seconds before striding in her direction.
"Mr. Goodwin, you're here," a middle-aged employee said, spotting him first and quickly rising to his feet.
Instantly, everyone at the table stood up to welcome their boss.
Everyone except Eleanor. She was clearly stunned, having had no idea Ian would be coming.
"Mr. Goodwin, find a seat!" Joel said, getting up to greet him. He then gestured to Gavin. "Gavin, you too."
Gavin smiled and nodded, pulling out a chair to sit down.
There was an empty seat across from Eleanor. She was sitting between Joel and Callie, so Ian couldn't just take someone's spot. Besides, he was well aware of whether she'd want him sitting next to her or not.
"Mr. Goodwin, why don't you take my seat?" Callie offered, finally showing some quick thinking.
Ian waved him off. "No need. I'll sit here."
With that, his long fingers unbuttoned his suit jacket, and he slipped it off. He was wearing a dark shirt underneath, which, combined with his silver hair under the lights, made him look all the more regal and captivating.
A few of the female colleagues on the team cast subtle glances his way, sneaking peeks at the big boss they rarely got to see.
Ian sat diagonally across from Eleanor, a position that allowed him a clear view of her without appearing deliberately close.
He let his gaze circle the table, then eased his voice. “Don’t mind me. Enjoy yourselves. I’m just here for a quick hello.”
His words slowly eased the tension, and the atmosphere returned to a more casual state. The team members resumed their conversations and laughter, though they were still a bit more reserved than before.
An observant colleague quickly poured Ian a glass of wine. Ian gave him a slight nod in thanks.


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