No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1339

Joslyn smiled from the side. "Look how happy Evelyn is. She must have really missed Mr. Goodwin."

Eleanor stepped outside. Ian had the weary look of someone who had just gotten off a long flight.

"You should go home and rest. I'll take Evelyn," Eleanor said to him, noticing his fatigue.

"I'll go with you," Ian replied, taking their daughter's hand.

Evelyn squeezed his hand. "Mommy, I want Daddy to take me to school too, please?"

Eleanor could only nod. "Alright."

In the back seat of Eleanor's car, Evelyn and Ian chatted about his business trip. They arrived at the school quickly.

After Evelyn went inside happily, Eleanor turned to the man in the back seat. "I'll take you home so you can get some rest."

"And you?" Ian asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"I need to buy some things at the mall," Eleanor said.

"Then let's go together. My fridge is empty, so I need to pick up some essentials anyway," Ian said with a smile.

Before Eleanor could respond, Ian added, "If it's not too much trouble."

Eleanor glanced at him in the rearview mirror, started the car, and headed toward a large nearby mall.

The car fell silent for a while. Ian leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

By the time they reached the underground parking garage, he seemed refreshed. He walked with Eleanor to the elevator bank to wait.

When the elevator arrived, it was mostly empty. Eleanor stepped in first, and Ian followed. Just then, a middle-aged woman rushed over and held the door, calling to her friends behind her, "Hurry, hurry!"

Eleanor heard a clatter of footsteps, and then two women pushing strollers, two men, and four elderly people all squeezed inside. The strollers took up a lot of space, forcing Eleanor to back up until she was pressed against the car's wall. At that moment, a delivery person rushed in, causing everyone to shift back. Eleanor was about to be crushed against a heavyset man when a warm, large hand naturally wrapped around her shoulder, guiding her to the side. She found herself in a slightly more spacious corner.

Ian’s broad shoulders shielded her from the crowd, creating a private, narrow sanctuary. Eleanor found herself inches from his chest, the scent of his cologne mixing with the sudden heat between them. She averted her gaze, her pulse quickening with a flicker of unease.

"You go get what you need. I still have to buy some personal items," Eleanor said, looking up at him, hoping he would take the hint and stop following her.

"Alright, I'll go check out the liquor section," Ian said and walked away.

Eleanor headed for the feminine products aisle. Soon after she'd made her selection, she saw Ian returning with a pack of small whiskey bottles. As he went to put them in the cart, he noticed the bag of pads she had already chosen.

Ian set the pack of whiskey aside. When Eleanor went to the fruit section, he followed, taking over pushing the cart even though he wasn't buying any produce himself.

He watched as she carefully inspected the color and firmness of the fruit, her expression soft and focused. Suddenly, a long-forgotten feeling surfaced—the familiar warmth of their old domestic life.

"Do you want to have lunch together?" Ian asked in a low voice.

Eleanor looked up at him, her tone casual and matter-of-fact. "I'm busy."

Ian didn't seem disappointed. He just smiled. "Okay. Let me know when you're free."