No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1253

Mansfield stared up at the ceiling, his vision blurring as love, guilt, and a stubborn reluctance all tangled in his chest.

It was the final word on a love that could never be.

From now on, he would step back into the role of a friend. Whether she pursued her career or found love, he would sincerely wish her the best.

Later, Mansfield was taken for more detailed examinations to ensure all his bodily functions were recovering steadily.

Ten minutes later, Garth took a call. Afterward, he went to Eleanor's room. He stood at the door for a moment before his assistant knocked lightly.

Ian looked up and saw Garth through the glass window. He got up and stepped outside.

"Mr. Vice President," Ian said respectfully.

"Ian, thank you for your hard work." Garth's expression was sincere and heavy. "There's an urgent matter in Kingston I must return to immediately. I'm not worried about Mansfield with Principal Maxwell and Dr. MacLeod here, but Eleanor…"

He glanced back into the room, his eyes filled with a paternal affection, and sighed. "She truly gave her all for Mansfield this time."

"The doctor said she's just exhausted. She'll be fine with some rest," Ian said in a low voice.

Garth looked back at Ian, his tone formal and full of trust. "After I leave, I'll have to trouble you with Eleanor. Please, take good care of her."

He paused, his voice growing more earnest and powerful. "The Ellington family is deeply indebted to you and Eleanor. We will never forget what you've done."

Coming from a man of his position and power, the words carried immense weight.

Ian jerked back as if he’d been caught, snatching his hand away as his pulse kicked hard in his throat.

He thought she was waking up.

Panic surged through him, mixed with the guilt of someone caught stealing.

He knew Eleanor disliked his touch. If she were awake, she would never want him holding her hand like this.

Fortunately, Eleanor merely frowned in her sleep before settling back into a deep slumber, showing no signs of waking.

This stolen moment of closeness, while she was unaware, was something he craved, yet he was constantly terrified of her rejection.