No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1555

Eleanor and Ian walked side by side out of the property. The morning air was incredibly fresh, carrying the scent of damp earth and grass from last night's rain. The neighborhood was quiet, with only a few elderly residents out for their morning exercise.

They headed toward the community's public gardens. Enjoying the scenery without the need for conversation, they fell into an effortless rhythm.

Princess ran happily ahead, occasionally looking back at them.

Walking peacefully together like this felt like stepping back in time to years ago.

Except the girl who once carried a youthful naivety now exuded a confident, unshakeable calm, standing entirely as his equal.

Things weren't the same as before.

Yet, somehow, it felt like a brand new beginning.

Suddenly, Eleanor felt a large, warm hand envelop hers.

The man looked down, observing her reaction. The morning light danced on her long lashes. She frowned slightly but didn't pull her hand away, keeping her eyes fixed on the path ahead.

Ian had only been testing the waters, but her lack of rejection made his eyes shine brighter. He tightened his grip, fully encasing her hand in his, and casually continued walking forward.

He shortened his long strides to match Eleanor's pace, entirely relishing this hard-earned morning tranquility, a smile touching his eyes.

It was an early autumn morning. The wind rustled through the trees, and sunlight filtered through the leaves in dappled patches. They strolled slowly through the quiet garden, hand in hand.

Eleanor's heart wasn't as chaotic as it had been last night. It felt as though something within her had finally been smoothed over.

"Are you cold?" he turned his head to ask.

"No," she shook her head.

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