No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1553

Lately, his relentless pursuit had left Eleanor's mind in chaos, gradually wearing down the defensive thorns she had spent the last three years building. The warmth radiating from his body behind her felt both familiar and foreign, a presence impossible to ignore. Outside, the booming thunder only further battered her crumbling defenses.

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, and a massive crack of thunder sounded like it struck right outside the window. Eleanor flinched. Ian instantly pulled her tight against his chest, burying her face into his embrace.

"I know you hate storms. Just let me keep you company. I promise I won't push you into anything you don't want." His voice was steady. He clearly knew she wasn't fully ready to accept him back into her life.

He only asked to stay by her side during the violent weather, simply to be there for her.

Eleanor thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Come have some snacks with me."

Ian walked over and made sure all the curtains were tightly drawn. Eleanor went to the pantry and pulled out a few bags of snacks.

Looking at the haul, Ian chuckled. "Evelyn's favorites."

"She refused to leave the supermarket until I bought them," Eleanor said with a helpless sigh.

She opened a bag of chips and handed it to him. Ian reached in, taking two chips and tossing them into his mouth.

As Eleanor ate, she suddenly furrowed her brow and pressed a hand against her lower abdomen. Under the soft lighting, her radiant complexion grew noticeably pale.

She knew exactly what this was. With her recent heavy workload, she often suffered from severe premenstrual cramps.

Usually, this meant her cycle was only a day or two away.

If Joslyn were here, she would brew her some brown sugar water to ease the pain.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked, his sharp gaze missing nothing as he leaned in. "Where does it hurt?"

"It's nothing," Eleanor shook her head, but the heavy, dragging pain in her stomach made her face go ashen.

Ian studied her for just a moment. Having been her husband for years, he instantly realized her period was approaching.

He got up, went to the water dispenser, and brought back a glass of warm water. "Drink some of this. It'll soothe the pain."

Eleanor took a few sips, but it didn't help. She curled up on the sofa, clutching a throw pillow, quietly enduring the agonizing cramps.

Watching her suffer, Ian sat back down. Reaching out with a long arm, he pulled her entirely into his embrace, resting her head against his chest.

Eleanor instinctively tried to struggle, but his tone was gentle and unyielding. "Don't move. Didn't we agree I'd keep you company?"

With that, he placed his large, warm hand over her silk blouse, pressing it firmly against her icy stomach.

Eleanor stiffened, but the heat radiating from his palm immediately began to ease the suffocating ache.

She let out a soft sigh, and her rigid body slowly melted into his hold.

Outside, the rain pounded against the glass, the air heavy with dampness. Yet inside the living room on this stormy night, there was a strange, undeniable sense of security.

Ian adjusted his hold to make her more comfortable, pressing a soft kiss into her hair. Eleanor closed her eyes, no longer trying to push him away.

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