No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1412

Suddenly lifted off her feet, Eleanor let out a gasp, her arms reflexively wrapping around his neck.

"I'll carry you over," Ian said in a low voice.

"You don't have to." Eleanor struggled slightly, trying to get down.

"Don't move." Ian looked down at her, his voice gentle but with an undeniable firmness.

"Ian, put me down," Eleanor insisted, her voice firm as well.

However, the man ignored her and continued walking, holding her in his arms.

Although it was already nine o'clock, there were still some guests on the observation deck, and Eleanor felt like she had become the center of attention.

She couldn't help but try to hide her face, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

Ian tightened his hold, his steps steady as he walked toward his car, completely ignoring the curious glances from those around them.

Eleanor just wanted to be invisible.

Under the moonlight, a tall man carried a woman in an evening gown, walking steadily along the coastline. To onlookers, it was so picturesque it looked like a scene from a movie, and many turned to watch.

Part of Ian's attention was on the path ahead, but the rest was on the woman in his arms. He could smell the faint, pleasant scent of her hair, and it made his heart stir.

Eleanor wasn't sure how long he carried her, but they finally reached his car. When he set her down, her legs felt strangely weak.

She sat in the car, her face feeling unusually hot.

Ian retrieved a bottle of water from the trunk and thoughtfully twisted the cap off for her. "Have some water."

Eleanor was indeed thirsty. She took the bottle and drank a few sips, then looked for the cap to close it. However, the cap was still in the man's hand.

"Here," Ian said, holding out his hand for the bottle.

Eleanor handed him the half-finished water, assuming he would put the cap on and set it aside. To her surprise, he drank the rest of it himself.

Eleanor smoothed her long hair. "Let's go. I still have to get back to work."

Ian's eyes narrowed slightly. "Still working this late?"

Eleanor nodded. "My thoughts are clearer at night. It's easier for me to work."

Ian wanted to say more but swallowed his words. After all, in his current position, he had no right to manage her life.

He stepped on the gas, not driving excessively fast, but maintaining a steady pace toward her home so she could get back to work.

"If you need any help with your work, just let me know. Even though it's not one of my direct projects, I can still support you," he offered in his low voice.

Eleanor didn't hesitate to nod. "Okay."

Her current research project was under the umbrella of his Guild of Commerce anyway. If she needed his help, she would ask.