No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1626

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"No," she replied.

"Well, let's just discuss this in person tomorrow or the day after. It's getting late, you should get some rest." Joel wisely decided it was time to end the call.

Eleanor had no choice but to agree. "Alright, we'll talk when I see you."

After hanging up, Eleanor took a sip from her teacup and checked the time. It was exactly ten o'clock.

Heading upstairs, she could hear the water running in the guest bathroom; Ian was taking his shower in there.

Eleanor returned to the study and shut down her laptop. She had already showered earlier but wasn't feeling sleepy just yet. She settled onto the sofa in the second-floor lounge, intending to read for a bit.

A short while later, Ian emerged wearing a set of casual pajamas. Spotting the woman reading under the warm glow of the lamp, a distinct flash of amusement crossed his eyes.

"Done talking with Joel?" The smug satisfaction in his voice was impossible to miss.

"Yes, we're done." Eleanor glared at him over the top of her book.

Towel-drying his damp hair, Ian closed the distance between them. Ignoring the expanse of the massive sofa, he deliberately squeezed in right beside Eleanor, his dark, smoldering gaze locking onto her.

Eleanor had just gotten into her book and was instantly distracted again. She nudged his shoulder. "Go get some sleep. I'm not ready for bed yet."

Ian stretched a long arm out, smoothly pulling her into his embrace. "Can't sleep?"

Eleanor immediately caught the dangerous undertone in his voice. Her face flushed, and she looked down. "Go to bed."

Ian's eyes darkened with a predatory smile. "I'll wait for you."

With that, he got up and headed downstairs. A few minutes later, he returned with a mug of warm milk and handed it to her.

Eleanor took it. Ian sat back down beside her and turned on the television, putting a sports game on mute. The late autumn night carried a distinct chill. Feeling cold, Eleanor tucked her feet against the man's lap. Ian immediately wrapped his hands around them, gently warming her up.

Eleanor leaned against him, reading for another half hour. By eleven, she decided to call it a night. The moment she set her book aside, the man's intense gaze snapped to her, and he instantly switched off the game he had supposedly been engrossed in.