No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1539

"I won't be reading this contract. But no matter what, I truly appreciate the sentiment," Eleanor said firmly.

Ian frowned. He wanted to argue, but the words died in his throat. He looked up at her. She was backlit by the sun, yet her eyes shone brilliantly. There was no petty anger, no false pride, just complete, rational clarity.

It suddenly hit him that he might have been wrong. He just wanted to make things easier for her, but some paths had to be walked alone. She needed to clear her own hurdles so she could claim the victory with absolute pride and authority.

At that realization, a wave of complex emotions washed over him. Disappointment, yes, but mostly overwhelming admiration and a deep sense of relief.

He let out a low, indulgent chuckle, rising from his chair and walking toward her.

Eleanor didn't step back. He reached out and took her hand. "I was short-sighted. I was so focused on giving you the best that I completely forgot to ask what it was you actually wanted."

Her fingers twitched slightly against his palm.

He let go of her hand. "We'll do it your way. I'll have Byron withdraw the contract."

"It's getting late. Let's grab lunch together," he offered.

"Alright," Eleanor agreed easily. "My treat."

"We've got some time before then. I have a quick stop to make first. Come with me?" Ian asked suddenly.

"Where?" she asked, confused.

"To the MD Proving Grounds," he said, adding, "The company recently backed a new smart electric vehicle, and I need to test drive it."

She wasn't surprised. His empire was built around tech, healthcare, and emerging supply chains, with deep ties to domestic auto manufacturing.

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