No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1534

It was a simple, three-word question, but it carried an undeniable implication that any adult would understand—especially two people who used to be married.

Ever since their daughter was born, it had become the phrase they texted each other most often at night.

Either she asked it, or he did.

Then, another silent message arrived. It was Ian clarifying, "I don't mean anything by it. Just asking, don't get the wrong idea."

Eleanor's fingers hovered over the screen for a few seconds before she typed back, "Not yet."

His reply was practically instantaneous. "Come out for a bit?"

Frowning, she simply sent back a question mark. "?"

"My living room," the man replied bluntly.

"A quick drink. We can talk about the Meridian Dynamics partnership for tomorrow," he added.

Eleanor saw right through his tactics. She wasn't an eighteen-year-old naive girl anymore; she was twenty-eight. He couldn't play her that easily.

"I'm fine with a drink, but skip the work talk. I don't want to discuss business before bed," she shot back.

Again, he replied within a second. "Deal. No work talk."

Eleanor stared at the screen. Out on the balcony, the cool night breeze brushed past her cheeks and ears, as logic and emotion waged a fierce tug-of-war in her mind.

To go, or not to go?

Ultimately, she grabbed her phone, walked back into the master bedroom, threw on a knit cardigan, and headed out the door.

The first floor was completely silent; Joslyn had likely already gone to sleep.

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