No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 343

Looking back, it all feels like a lifetime ago.

The elevator doors slid open on the ground floor, and Ian strode purposefully toward the parking lot.

Eleanor had stopped resisting by now; her body was stiff and unyielding, as if she’d turned to wood.

When it came time to get in the car, Ian did give her the chance to manage on her own. Eleanor tried to climb in by herself, shaking off his hand, but a sudden wave of dizziness hit her. She had to grip the car door for support.

Ian’s expression darkened. Without a word, he bent down and gently helped her into the back seat.

With her eyes closed, Eleanor leaned against the window, trying to ease the spinning in her head. She’d had dizzy spells before, but never this bad.

Ian said nothing, simply turning up the heat and pressing his foot to the gas as he drove her home.

The drive was silent. Several times, Eleanor rolled down the window for fresh air.

By the time they reached the gate, the worst had passed. She stepped out without a word of thanks and headed straight into the house.

Joslyn appeared at the door, surprised to see Ian following behind.

As Eleanor headed upstairs, she caught Ian’s voice downstairs, instructing Joslyn on how to look after her. Finally back in her own room, Eleanor sank onto her bed and closed her eyes, feeling safe for the first time all night.

Joslyn listened carefully to Ian’s instructions, nodding several times. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll take good care of her. If there’s any problem, I’ll call you right away.”

Ian nodded, then turned and let himself out.

Elsewhere, Henry was giving Vanessa a ride home. Vanessa had barely spoken a word, and Henry glanced over, trying to read her mood.

“I think I heard Ian say Eleanor worked through the night yesterday,” Henry ventured.

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