No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1524

That evening, a delighted Joslyn prepared a full spread for the three of them. Ian clearly felt right at home; Joslyn had even set out a personalized mug just for his tea.

After her late-afternoon nap, Evelyn was bouncing off the walls with energy. Eleanor, feeling a bit drained, settled into the second-floor sitting room to read, while Evelyn dragged Princess off to find her dad.

Eleanor let her be. But when ten o'clock rolled around and there was still no sign of her daughter, she had no choice but to head next door to investigate.

In Ian's second-floor playroom, Evelyn was deeply engrossed in a game of house with her dolls. Ian was lounging casually on a floor mat, his long legs stretched out comfortably, holding a small toy as he kept her company.

"Mom, you're here! Come play with us!" Evelyn cheered happily.

The night air had grown slightly crisp, and Eleanor was wearing a light, fitted cardigan over her clothes. Her waist-length hair cascaded loosely down her back, giving her a breathtakingly soft and elegant aura. The moment Ian saw her, his gaze grew heavy with unmistakable heat, tracking her every movement.

Eleanor turned to her daughter. "It's getting late, honey. You can play more tomorrow. It's bedtime."

"But I'm not tired at all! I want to keep playing." Thanks to her nap, Evelyn was wired and completely unready for sleep.

Eleanor felt a twinge of helplessness but knew she couldn't win this battle right now. "How about twenty more minutes, and then we go to sleep. Deal?"

Evelyn nodded enthusiastically. "Okay! But you have to stay and play with me."

Eleanor sat cross-legged beside her. "Alright, Mom will play for a little bit."

Evelyn dove back into her imaginary world. Eleanor propped her chin on her hand, occasionally handing over a toy when instructed.

Directly across from her, a pair of intense, burning eyes was fixed on her. Ian didn't say a word, yet his presence commanded the entire room.

When the staring became too distracting, Eleanor finally snapped her head up and glared at him. Instead of looking away, Ian just smiled. The smile deepened, and the absolute adoration in his eyes was practically blinding.

He shifted his position, propping one leg up and resting his elbow on his knee, watching her openly and unabashedly. It was as if he could stare at her for the rest of his life and never get enough.

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