No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1235

They sat at the dining table, sharing a rare, quiet breakfast together.

"I heard there was good news from last night's tests," Ian said, looking up at her. It was clear he was always the first to know what was happening at the lab.

Eleanor's eyes brightened. "Yes, the results were even better than expected. We successfully established a stable neural signal pathway—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

The man across from her had been listening intently, but now she'd gone silent. Was she stopping because she thought he wouldn't understand?

Eleanor pursed her lips. "It's already considered a medical breakthrough."

A hint of approval flashed in Ian's eyes.

Eleanor's expression grew a bit more serious. "However, the next steps are very risky. We need to implant micro-electrodes in his brain, which is an extremely delicate surgery in itself."

"With Principal Maxwell's team, it should go smoothly," Ian reassured her.

"Mm," Eleanor nodded and looked down, continuing to eat her oatmeal. She was clearly starving.

"Eleanor," the man across from her said, his voice unusually deep. "Regardless of the outcome, what you've already done is incredible."

Eleanor paused, meeting his gaze before offering a polite, "Thank you."

The only sound in the dining room for a moment was the soft clinking of utensils.

When they finished, Eleanor started to clear the table, but Ian reached out. "I'll get it. You rest."

"It's fine, I can do it," Eleanor said, reaching for the bowl in front of him just as his own hand moved toward it. Their fingers brushed against each other at the rim.

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