No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1516

Facing this incredibly shameless yet utterly devoted promise, she glared at him. "Who wants to hit you or scold you? I'm not a psycho."

His smile deepened. "Then sentence me to a lifetime of hard labor by your side. I'll organize your study, move heavy boxes, walk the dog, pick up the kid, and... satisfy any of your needs."

The double entendre was obvious.

Any adult would catch it.

She shot him another glare. "Just eat your food."

"Alright, eating." He picked up his fork, but placed food on her plate first. "After lunch, we'll head to the new house to unpack. Evelyn will stay at my parents' place again tonight."

"Okay." She nodded.

After lunch, she went home to pack. At four o'clock, Gavin and his crew arrived to load everything into the truck. Eleanor rode with them to the new villa.

Once there, Gavin's team handled the heavy lifting while she organized. Before she knew it, it was seven o'clock. She sent the crew off to grab dinner while she stayed behind to organize her bookshelves.

She had banished Ian to his own house to unpack his things. As she took a break on the couch, a news alert suddenly popped up on her phone.

She glanced at it and caught a name: Chinese-American billionaire philanthropist Aaron Dewitt's investments had collapsed, and he was facing bankruptcy.

Her breath hitched. Aaron had just pumped twenty billion into her lab. Was he really going bankrupt?

Her heart pounded. She instinctively clicked on the article, but before she could read it, she heard footsteps. Ian walked in.

She sprang up from the sofa. "Did you see the news about Mr. Dewitt?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I saw."

"Is he really going bankrupt?" she asked, genuinely worried for the philanthropist.

Realizing exactly what she was panicking about, he stepped forward. "Don't worry. Your lab's funding won't be affected."

She looked at him without hesitation. "Withdraw the funding and help Mr. Dewitt out of his financial crisis! I'll figure out a way to keep the lab running."

Ian froze, staring deeply into her eyes. "That's not necessary. He isn't the one funding your lab." He paused, delivering the next words slowly and deliberately. "The real investor behind your lab is me."

Her eyes went wide in disbelief. "What did you say?"

He stepped closer. "When you pulled out of the Goodwin & Co. lab, I was terrified you'd refuse any investment from me. So I had him act as a proxy. I tricked you into taking the money under his name. I'm sorry I lied to you."

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