No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1623

A playful gleam danced in Ian's eyes. He was acting exactly like a child acting out just to be coaxed. "I want to go to bed early tonight."

"It's still early," Eleanor replied, not feeling the least bit tired.

"Yeah, it's quite early for sleep," the man agreed, his voice a low, husky rumble laced with amusement. "Which means we have plenty of time."

Realizing exactly what he was implying, Eleanor shot him a warning glare. "Ian, are you ever going to quit?"

He used the distraction to seamlessly pluck the iPad from her hands and toss it onto the adjacent cushion. Pulling her firmly against his chest, he smirked. "Never."

Defeated, Eleanor stood up. "I'm taking a shower."

Ian couldn't help but ask, "Need a hand with that?"

Eleanor cast him a withering look. "No."

While Eleanor was in the shower, Ian picked up her iPad and began reading her medical journal. Even though the complex medical jargon was far beyond his expertise, he read it with profound interest. It was as if he was trying to use the intricate text to unravel the brilliant mind of the woman he loved.

By the time Eleanor stepped out of the bathroom, it was already half-past ten.

She had blow-dried her long hair, letting it cascade down her back like a sheet of pure silk. Her skin held the radiant, flushed glow of a hot shower.

Ian was leaning against the headboard, dressed in a set of dark gray silk pajamas with the collar loosely unbuttoned. The warm, golden lamplight highlighted his sharp features as he stared intently at the iPad screen.

"What are you reading?" Eleanor walked over.

Ian looked up, a soft smile on his lips. "Reading the paper you were reading."

"Do you even understand it?" she asked.

"Honestly, a lot of it goes right over my head," Ian admitted without an ounce of shame.

"Then why read it?" She reached out to take the tablet back, but Ian caught her wrist. He tugged her down gently until she was sitting on the edge of the mattress.

"I want to see what you spend your days researching," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

It was the same reason he would crash any conference she attended. Even if he didn't grasp the science, he had to be there, just to hear her speak.

For the past three years, his efforts had been met with nothing but Eleanor's disgust and eye-rolls. Yet, he had never backed down, shamelessly injecting himself into her orbit over and over again.

She had no idea how many high-stakes board meetings he had delayed just to catch her presentations, or how recklessly he had driven to make it before she left the podium.

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