No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1622

A few tourists appeared in the distance, prompting Eleanor to instinctively push the man away. Sensing her sudden shyness, Ian let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating against hers.

The distant sunset scattered golden hues across the coastline, illuminating the man's breathtakingly handsome features. He exuded an effortless composure, completely devoid of any tension or awkwardness regardless of the situation. It was a calmness that made her heart race.

Eleanor's breath hitched slightly.

When he smiled, his dark eyebrows lowered, casting a profoundly affectionate gaze her way.

Unable to handle the intensity of his stare, Eleanor looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm hungry."

"Let's go. I'll take you to the restaurant."

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The hotel's seafood restaurant was located on the second floor, boasting expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the ocean. Night had completely fallen, and beneath the moonlight, the shimmering sea looked like a painting.

Ian had reserved a table by the window. Fine silverware was already meticulously arranged, alongside a chilled bottle of white wine.

He ordered an array of Eleanor's favorite dishes. She glanced at the menu and couldn't help but ask, "What about you?"

"Whatever you like, I like," Ian replied with a smile.

Eleanor thought about it for a moment. When it came to food, Ian had never been a picky eater. Joslyn loved to cook based on Eleanor's preferences, and Ian had never once complained about the meals not suiting his tastes.

Ian poured her a half glass of wine and slid it toward her. He raised his own glass. "Shall we celebrate?"

Eleanor looked at him, confused. "Celebrate what?"

"Our very first official date."

Eleanor paused, then picked up her glass and clinked it against his. The white wine was sweet with a hint of tartness, carrying a crisp, fruity aroma.

The food arrived, lavish and beautifully plated. Ian placed a choice cut of seafood onto her plate. "Make sure you eat enough tonight."

Eleanor looked up and caught his gaze. A sudden memory flooded her mind, and her face flushed hot. He had said that exact same phrase on their very first date, back when he was younger and the double meaning had been far more obvious.

She had been too young and naive to understand it then. It wasn't until the next morning that she realized his demand for her to 'eat enough' was actually a thinly veiled warning about his stamina for the rest of the night.

Eleanor chose to ignore him and focused on her food.

Ian smirked. Clearly, she wasn't so easily fooled anymore. But the blush creeping across her cheeks told him she vividly remembered every intimate detail of their past.

The restaurant wasn't crowded. It was quiet, filled only with the flow of soft music.

Perhaps because the food suited her perfectly, Eleanor ate until she was comfortably full. Exiting the restaurant, she wasn't in a rush to head back to the room. It was still early. There was a boardwalk tracing the coastline nearby, so they decided to take a stroll beneath the streetlights.

"Ellie," Ian called out from beside her.

"Yeah?"

"How about we make time for a date every weekend from now on?"

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