No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 633

At noon, Eleanor placed an order for a fruit basket and a bouquet at the mall across from Meridian Dynamics, then hurried toward Metropolitan General Hospital with the basket in hand.

She made her way up to the hospital’s inpatient ward and stopped outside Mansfield’s room. After a quick knock, the door swung open to reveal a refined and elegant woman.

“Eleanor! You’re here,” Mrs. Ellington, the mayor’s wife, greeted her warmly. “Come in, come in!”

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Ellington,” Eleanor replied with a polite smile.

“You’re so thoughtful.” Mrs. Ellington graciously accepted the fruit basket and bouquet from her.

Eleanor glanced toward the bed, where Mansfield sat propped up against the pillows. He looked much better than before.

“You made it,” Mansfield said, a faint smile playing at his lips, his mood clearly light.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Mrs. Ellington said, casting them a knowing glance before excusing herself with a smile.

Eleanor took a seat beside the bed. “How’s your recovery going?”

“Really well. The doctors say I’m in good shape—apparently a little injury like this is nothing for me,” Mansfield replied with a touch of humor.

“Don’t try to tough it out. The most important thing is to rest and heal properly,” Eleanor said, her tone serious. She noticed a stack of Mansfield’s recent medical reports on the bedside table and picked them up to take a look.

Mansfield watched her in silence, taking in her delicate profile. Though Eleanor wasn’t one for flowery words, her actions spoke volumes. In that quiet moment, he knew she genuinely cared.

After reading through the reports, Eleanor said, “Everything looks good. Your numbers are solid—nothing to worry about.”

“Good.” Mansfield paused, then asked, “So, any plans for your birthday?”

Eleanor blinked in surprise. He actually remembered her birthday?

“Nothing big this year. I’ll keep it simple,” she replied with a small laugh.

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