No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1473

Seeing this scene right now, he finally understood.

It was all for this very moment—so that his family could be safe, happy, and carefree.

"Ian, what are you spacing out for? You're the birthday boy, hurry up and get over here!"

"Ian, we're just waiting on you," Magdalen waved him over.

Ian snapped out of his daze, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes. He walked over, stepping into the warm glow of the lights set up just for him.

"Dad!" Evelyn hopped out of her seat and flew toward him like a happy little bird. He caught her, carrying her over to the dining table and setting her down right next to Eleanor.

He took the seat opposite them, his gaze naturally falling on Eleanor.

Eleanor looked up at him. This time, she didn't look away. "Happy birthday," she said softly.

Those simple words sent a surge of emotion through Ian's chest. He smiled. "Thank you for coming."

The birthday dinner began in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. Magdalen led a toast, and everyone raised their glasses to celebrate Ian's thirtieth birthday.

There was no business talk tonight—just the laughter and warmth of family. After enjoying a meal prepared by a five-star chef, the three-tier cake Serena had ordered was brought out.

Ian held Evelyn in his arms as she helped him make a wish and blow out the candles.

Sitting across from them, Eleanor suddenly felt a wave of realization wash over her. It was only his thirtieth birthday.

She couldn't help but recall the first time they met. He had only been nineteen, yet the composure and maturity he carried, along with that aloofness, made him seem so much older than his peers.

Her gaze rested on the man across the table. Despite the few silver threads in his hair, he exuded an undeniably mature and handsome charm. The flickering candlelight illuminated his lowered lashes and his focused expression as he made his wish.

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