No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1465

"It's just a deep gash, nothing serious. A few days of rest and I'll be fine," Joel said, then looked up at Ian. "Don't worry, Mr. Goodwin, this won't affect next week's product launch."

Hearing this, Eleanor turned to look at Ian. Was he actually expecting Joel to go through with the launch?

As if reading her accusatory expression, Ian blinked, looking somewhat innocent. He turned to Joel. "Your injury is quite serious. You really shouldn't push yourself."

Joel looked a bit embarrassed, realizing too late that his comment had made Eleanor misunderstand.

He quickly tried to correct the situation. "Eleanor, don't get the wrong idea. Mr. Goodwin isn't forcing me. I'm the one who wants to go. Please don't blame him."

Eleanor realized she had overreacted. Knowing Joel's personality and how much the project meant to him, he would definitely insist on attending the launch as long as he was physically able. It wasn't something Ian could force him to do.

An amused glint appeared in Ian's eyes. He looked at Eleanor. "Do you need me to persuade Dr. Kingsley otherwise?"

Eleanor, flustered, quickly shook her head. "Let Joel decide for himself."

Gwenda, watching from the side, was secretly surprised. Eleanor's attitude toward Mr. Goodwin really had changed. It was also the first time she had seen such a gentle smile on Ian's face—a smile that seemed reserved only for his family and Eleanor.

Joel laughed, his tone light. "Mr. Goodwin isn't forcing me. I just can't bear to miss this launch. Don't worry, I'm really fine."

Eleanor tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Alright. But you have to promise me that if you feel any discomfort at all, you won't push through it."

"Okay, I promise," Joel said with a firm nod.

The hospital's central air conditioning was on full blast, and Eleanor soon felt a chill seep into her skin. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, but sleepiness was taking over. She tried to fight it but drifted off.

A moment later, a weight settled over her. Ian had draped his suit jacket over her.

Eleanor's eyes fluttered open, and she instinctively moved to refuse. Ian leaned over her. "Don't catch a cold. Keep it on."

She was too tired to argue. She really needed the rest. As she breathed, the faint scent of cedar unique to Ian wafted over her. Eleanor furrowed her brow slightly, but the warmth of the jacket felt like a protective barrier, and she finally sank into a peaceful sleep.

Ian stood up, walked to the window, and adjusted the curtains to block the bright light. He had no intention of leaving. A short while later, Gavin Young came in and handed him an iPad to handle his work.

For a while, the quiet afternoon lounge felt exceptionally peaceful.