No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1556

Princess kicked and thrashed against him a few times before being set down on the grass, where she violently shook out her soaked fur.

Her male owner, meanwhile, was completely drenched. The expensive track suit was ruined with muddy water.

He also sported several distinct muddy paw prints. Eleanor couldn't hold back a laugh, looking between the mischievous dog and the man with a hint of sympathy.

"Your clothes are soaked. You should go take a shower," Eleanor told him.

Ian looked down at himself and nodded. "Alright. Let's go."

The two of them and the dog headed back. On the way, Ian heard Eleanor mention she was going to give Princess a bath. Since he was already covered in mud, he decided to help wash the dog before showering himself.

There was a designated pet washing station in the garden. Eleanor brought out the supplies. Ian crouched down, massaging and combing through Princess's fur to rinse off the mud. Eleanor stood by, lathering the dog in pet shampoo while Ian scrubbed her clean.

It was a heartwarming, domestic scene in the morning garden. Princess was perfectly well-behaved, letting her owner wash her without a fuss.

Soon, Princess was sparkling clean. Eleanor used the dryer to meticulously dry her fur. The dog lay comfortably on the rug, eyes half-closed in pure bliss.

Ian went back to his side of the house to shower and quickly returned wearing clean loungewear.

Joslyn still wasn't back, and there were no breakfast places nearby, meaning they had to cook. It had been a long time since Eleanor had made anything herself. She opened the freezer, found some freshly made wontons Joslyn had prepared, and boiled two bowls.

Ian sat on the sofa. Though he was ostensibly watching the morning news, his peripheral vision kept drifting toward the woman in the kitchen.

He had offered to help earlier, but Eleanor had turned him down, so all he could do was wait for her to finish.

After fifteen minutes of work, Eleanor carried the bowls out. "Come eat."

Smiling, Ian walked over to the table. Looking at the steaming wontons topped with chopped green onions, he picked up a spoon, blew on the broth, and took a bite.

It was a deeply familiar taste. Since their divorce, he hadn't eaten anything she had personally cooked.

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