No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1445

Just then, a large hand reached out, took her purse, and generously offered her his arm. “Do you need this?”

Eleanor was about to say she didn’t, but she suppressed the refusal and took his arm for support.

The simple touch sent a jolt through him, followed by a rush of warmth he couldn’t hide. He tightened his arm. At that moment, he couldn’t care less if they were late; he wished the walk to his car was much longer.

However, it was only a fifty-foot distance to his car. He opened the door for her like a gentleman, and as Eleanor bent down to get in, his hand, which had been protectively shielding her head from the doorframe, withdrew in perfect time.

He handed her purse back to her. Eleanor took it and glanced at the time. It was almost seven o’clock. The sky had already darkened, and the city lights were just beginning to twinkle.

Ian started the car and drove into the night.

Eleanor expected Ian to step on the gas, but she noticed he was pressing the accelerator at a leisurely pace, even slower than usual.

She checked the time again and couldn’t help but glance at the man in the driver’s seat. “Shouldn’t you… drive a little faster? It’s getting late.”

Ian glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his mouth in the dim light of the car. “No rush.” Then, he made an excuse, “Looks like there’s some traffic ahead anyway. Can’t be helped.”

Eleanor looked ahead. There was hardly any traffic. Just as she was about to say something else, Ian smiled, a rare stubbornness in his tone. “Like this—just the two of us enjoying the night view. Isn’t that nice?”

Eleanor was taken aback. He was doing this… on purpose?

“Ian, your grandmother is waiting,” Eleanor said with a helpless glance.

“I know,” Ian replied with a grin. “Grandma won’t mind. In fact, I bet she’d be thrilled that we’re spending some time alone.”

Eleanor was so exasperated she almost wanted to laugh. She turned her head to the window and said sullenly, “I’m hungry.”

She really was. At lunch with York, they had been so focused on work that she had barely eaten.

Ian’s handsome face looked stunned for a few seconds, an expression that was quickly replaced by obvious concern.

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