No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1393

Eleanor listened quietly, a thousand emotions swirling within her. "Well, you certainly threw a lot of it."

"If you needed it, I would have sold the company to fund you," Ian said with a small laugh.

"Who asked you to sell your company to invest in me? If you lost every penny, I could never repay that kind of favor," Eleanor retorted, glancing at him.

"Wouldn't that be just what I want?" Ian's gaze burned into her. "Then I'd bring Evelyn to you, and you'd have to take care of us while you pay me back."

Eleanor was at a loss for words. She shot him an exasperated look, but her cheeks grew warm under his stare. "In your dreams."

Seeing her playfully annoyed expression, Ian's smile deepened. Just a few days ago, he wouldn't have dared to hope for this kind of easy banter with her.

"Later, I realized that throwing money at the problem wasn't a cure-all. You were still so independent, so cold to me. So I had to shamelessly keep pestering you at work, inserting myself into every meeting you had. It didn't matter if I understood a thing. I just had to be there. I was going to be there even if you hated me for it."

Eleanor thought back to all those unnecessary meetings he had attended. At the time, he had put on such a profound and mysterious act, as if he knew exactly what was going on.

"Well, you don't have to put yourself through that anymore," Eleanor said.

"Why? Is it because I can ask you out for a meal or coffee privately now?" Ian asked with a low chuckle.

Eleanor met his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I won't be free."

"Then I'll just have to keep funding you. At least in our work, we'll have a connection, and you won't be able to get rid of me," Ian said with a smirk.

Eleanor looked at the lighthouse in the distance, its light flashing rhythmically, as if guiding the way forward.

Ian followed her gaze, his eyes full of depth. "I'm glad you were willing to listen to me, that we can stand here like this, talking about the past and clearing up our misunderstandings."

"Ian," Eleanor said softly, "let's just turn the page on the past. We've both paid a price, and we're not the same people we were back then."

"Tired of talking about the past? Then on the way back, let's talk about the future," Ian said, his eyes fixed on her face. "There's still a long way to go."

Eleanor looked at him, her gaze clear and calm. "I hope we can have a relaxed and respectful relationship moving forward. We can see each other, we can talk. For Evelyn's sake, we can be good parents. There doesn't need to be any pressure on either of us. Do you agree?"

Her voice was crisp and clear, showing how much she had matured in her thinking.

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