No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1493

And this version of her was incredibly captivating.

Ian swallowed hard, picked up the bottle of water beside him, twisted the cap off, and took a sip.

Around 6:30 PM, Eleanor wrapped up her discussion with Ellington. Ellington offered a polite smile. "Mr. Goodwin, Ms. Sutton, I've arranged dinner for you at the French restaurant on the third floor. Please enjoy your meal."

"Thank you," Ian said, giving him an appreciative look.

After Ellington left, Eleanor stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her arms crossed as she watched the streetlights flicker on one by one outside. It was hard to tell what she was thinking about.

Behind her, Ian stood up. Looking at her slender silhouette, a sudden urge gripped him. He wanted to walk over and wrap his arms around her.

However, his rationality ultimately forced the thought down.

This was the price of being too rational and too restrained—it always delayed gratification.

Eleanor checked her watch and turned toward him. "Let's go. To the restaurant."

She paused when she noticed he was just staring at her without moving. She blinked in confusion. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

"No," Ian said, shaking his head with a faint smile. He let out a soft sigh. "I just suddenly realized how incredible you've become, Dr. Sutton."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "I can't be completely clueless forever, right?"

Ian's breath hitched slightly. His gaze turned completely sincere. "I mean it, Ellie. Seeing you like this... I'm truly happy."

Eleanor looked up, meeting his eyes, and the air between them instantly shifted, growing heavy with unspoken emotion.

Seeing the earnestness in his expression, she nodded. "Let's head to the restaurant."

"Right," Ian replied.

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