No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1595

"Thank you," Eleanor smiled warmly at the student. The young man's ears instantly turned bright red from embarrassment, but he lingered, eagerly asking Eleanor a carefully prepared question.

Standing at the back of the dispersing crowd, Ian realized he was also holding a thoughtfully arranged bouquet—white lisianthus paired with pale purple irises. Fresh, elegant, and perfectly matched to Eleanor's vibe.

He watched Eleanor chatting with the young student, whose face was completely flushed. After finishing her explanation, Eleanor reached up to adjust her glasses and accidentally locked eyes with an intense, smoldering gaze across the room.

She froze.

What was he doing here?

Simone noticed him as well and smiled. "Ian, you made it."

"Professor Langley," Ian greeted politely as he stepped forward. Then, he handed the bouquet to Eleanor. "Incredible lecture."

Eleanor hadn't expected him to show up. She accepted the flowers. "Thanks."

A second later, the heavy laptop bag in her hand was smoothly taken by him, his movements completely natural.

Simone politely ushered the remaining students away, giving the two of them some space.

Eleanor and Ian walked together toward the parking lot.

"Did you drive?" Ian asked.

"Yeah," Eleanor replied.

"I'll drive. You take a break." Ian looked at her with concern, knowing she must be exhausted from the past few days.

Eleanor was indeed drained. Over two hours of high-intensity focus had taken a toll on her mentally and physically. She didn't argue and just nodded. "Alright."

"How was the trip?" she asked as they got into the car.

"It went well," Ian answered casually, clearly not wanting to dwell on work. He turned to her. "How's your research coming along?"

"Going great," Eleanor replied.

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