No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1439

Even in casual clothes, he exuded the tempered strength and unyielding fortitude of a hardened soldier.

But compared to before, there was a new depth in his expression—the clarity of someone who has faced death and an unwavering commitment to his duty.

He looked at Eleanor and a smile spread across his face. "You're here."

"Sorry, I got stuck in rush hour traffic," Eleanor said with a smile as she pulled out a chair. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not at all. I just arrived," Mansfield replied with a low chuckle. "See what you'd like to eat."

Eleanor took the menu, but her eyes couldn't help but drift back to him. The buzz cut made his already defined features stand out even more, his jawline sharp, giving him a handsome, rugged look.

Mansfield unconsciously ran a hand over his hair, then showed her the spot where the chip had been implanted. "How's it healing?"

"It's healing very well," Eleanor said, a look of relief in her eyes. He had indeed recovered completely.

Mansfield looked at her gratefully. He knew that without Eleanor, he wouldn't have had the chance to be sitting here, sharing this meal with her.

"I owe you both a great deal for this," Mansfield said, his movements natural and warm as he poured her a cup of tea.

"Don't say that. I'm just relieved you're able to return to your unit so quickly," Eleanor said sincerely.

"As long as you're thinking that way, I can rest easy," Mansfield said. He raised his teacup in a toast. "I'll use tea in place of wine. To your happiness."

Eleanor also raised her cup, smiling as she gently clinked it against his. "And to your continued success and safety."

They smiled at each other. The rest of the meal passed in pleasant conversation. Eleanor talked about her personal research direction, and Mansfield listened intently, as if picturing a future where she would shine in the world of scientific research. He believed her journey was far from over.

When they reached the parking lot, a gentle summer breeze cut through the day's heat. Mansfield walked Eleanor to her car. She turned to him. "Mansfield, take care."

"You too," he replied, the warmth and reluctance in his eyes unmistakable.