No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1233

Eleanor nodded softly and walked over. "Let me take her."

Ian gently shook his head. "I've got her." He stood up carefully, carrying their daughter toward the master bedroom.

Eleanor followed, watching as he gently placed Evelyn on the bed. The moment he did, Evelyn started rubbing her eyes and kicking her little legs, showing a hint of fussiness. Ian knelt down and gently stroked her head, letting her feel the warmth of her father's presence.

Only after Evelyn had fallen back into a deep sleep did Ian carefully pull the covers over her.

Once their daughter was settled, Ian turned to Eleanor. "Get some rest."

Eleanor walked him downstairs. At the door, Ian turned to face her. In the dim light, his gaze was intense. "Waking him up... how confident are you?"

Eleanor paused, thinking for a few seconds before answering honestly. "The neural interface technology is theoretically viable, but there are still many uncertainties in its practical application. However—" She looked up, her eyes firm. "I will never give up."

Ian nodded and said softly, "If you need anything, just let me know."

"You've already helped so much," Eleanor said, referring to the equipment.

Ian looked at her tired face with concern. "Get some rest." With that, he opened the door and left.

Eleanor stood at the door for a while, staring at it as complex emotions washed over her. She had asked York Windsor that afternoon and learned what acquiring that latest model of monitoring equipment really meant. It wasn't just about money. Ian had leveraged the most important commercial bargaining chip of his biotech company, signing at least a five-year exclusive partnership agreement with Drexford, a top-tier medical device company.

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