No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1411

At that moment, Ian's sharp business demeanor had faded away. The moonlight outlined his handsome profile, and his white hair added a unique, distinguished air.

Just then, Eleanor Sutton heard the chatter of a few women behind her. One voice was particularly loud. "Wow! Is his hair dyed? A full head of white hair! So cool."

"He can't be a celebrity, can he? How is he so handsome?"

The surrounding area was quiet, and the girls hadn't lowered their voices at all, so their words reached both Eleanor's and Ian's ears.

Eleanor turned to look at the man beside her. A faint smile played on Ian's lips; he was clearly enjoying the compliments.

Strands of hair fell across his forehead, making him seem a few years younger, with a relaxed and almost lazy air about him.

The more Eleanor looked at his white hair, the more she had to admit it was quite striking.

As Ian felt her gaze on him, he suddenly felt like a product being inspected and critiqued by a customer. A subtle knot of nervousness tightened within him.

He wondered if, in her eyes, he still had the same charm.

Just then, fireworks erupted in the distance, instantly capturing Eleanor's attention. The man's gaze followed hers, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes.

The brilliant bursts of color lit up the sky, reflecting in everyone's eyes. Eleanor propped her chin on her hand, a smile on her lips as she watched the display.

The glow of the fireworks illuminated her elegant face. At only twenty-eight, she had a youthful, oval face, and her delicate makeup gave her an exquisite beauty in the night.

Ian's gaze had long since shifted from the fireworks, now fixed on her profile, catching the childlike wonder in her expression.

His eyes swept over her neck. He swallowed hard, a flicker of raw desire crossing his features.

Eleanor lifted her dress and tried to pull her heel free from the crack.

"Let me." Ian suddenly knelt down, his hand wrapping around her ankle. With a bit of force, he freed the heel.

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief. Crouching down, Ian noticed that the wooden deck had many rotted planks. Anyone in high heels could easily get stuck again if they weren't careful.

It was lucky Eleanor had made it this far without incident.

Ian helped her up. "There are a lot of rotted spots on this deck."

Eleanor smoothed her hair. "I'll be careful—"

Before she could finish, Ian bent down, slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back, and with a smooth motion, scooped her up into his arms.