No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1329

Ian followed, opening the passenger door and lowering himself into the seat.

Just as Eleanor was about to start the car, she turned and noticed that Ian hadn't fastened his seatbelt. He was leaning back against the headrest with his eyes closed, as if he'd forgotten.

"Seatbelt," she reminded him.

Ian slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze hazy. He fumbled with the belt, trying to pull it across, but after a few attempts, he still couldn't get it to click into place.

Eleanor sighed in frustration and had to lean over to help him.

Ian allowed her to buckle it for him. Just as she was about to pull her hand away, his large hand gently closed around her wrist.

The heat of his palm made Eleanor's breath catch. She looked up at him with a frown and warned, "Don't."

Ian immediately released her, his voice a low whisper of her name. "Eleanor… thank you."

His voice was husky, tinged with a deep, lingering tenderness.

Eleanor had no intention of responding. Drunk men were unpredictable, and she just hoped he wouldn't cause any more trouble on the way home.

"Sit still," she said, glancing at him before starting the car and pulling out onto the main road.

To her relief, Ian was obedient. He didn't do anything else, simply leaning back against the seat with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

Eleanor's car moved smoothly through the night-lit streets. She focused on driving, deliberately ignoring the powerful presence of the man beside her.

Along the way, Serena called. Eleanor answered it through the car's system. "Serena."

"Ellie, Evelyn wants to sleep over with me tonight. Is that okay?"

Evelyn's pleading voice came through the speaker. "Mommy, please? I want to have a sleepover with my aunt!"

She hurried into the pharmacy and went straight to the section for stomach medicine. A clerk greeted her warmly. "Miss, looking for something for an upset stomach? This one's a bestseller. Would you like to try it?"

"Do you have Mylanta?" Eleanor asked directly. Ian's stomach was particular; it was the only brand that didn't give him side effects.

The clerk paused for a second, then nodded. "We do. It's a milder formula, just a bit more expensive."

"I'll take that one," Eleanor told her.

The clerk handed her a box. After paying, Eleanor asked the clerk for a cup of warm water.

When she opened the passenger-side door, she saw that Ian's brow was knitted even tighter. A fine layer of sweat had broken out on his forehead from the pain.

"Take this first," she said, handing him the medicine and the water.

Ian looked down at the box in her hand. Mylanta. She still remembered.