No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1557

Ian let out a low chuckle. "Alright, my mistake. You can punish me however you see fit."

Eleanor was speechless again. Forget it, she wasn't going to argue with him. She looked up. "I haven't really cooked in ages. You're handling lunch."

It was his fault for sending Joslyn away, anyway.

Ian's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Do we have groceries? I'll cook."

"We're out." Eleanor had checked earlier; the fridge was practically empty.

"Then let's make a trip to the supermarket and pick some things up. We won't go anywhere else today. We'll just stay home. How does that sound?" Ian suggested softly.

Eleanor thought about it. Princess was almost out of dog treats, and she didn't have much else to do. A trip to the store sounded like a nice way to relax.

"Okay," she agreed.

It was still early after breakfast. Ian cleaned up the kitchen while Eleanor sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching a documentary with the remote in hand.

Her long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, her expression serene and focused. Princess lay at her feet, letting out a contented sigh.

A gentle breeze drifted through the living room. Peace and quiet—this was the definition of a perfect morning.

"Want some coffee? I'll make you a cup," Ian offered.

Eleanor nodded. "Sure."

Ian went over to his side of the house. He owned a high-end espresso machine and pulled an excellent shot of coffee.

A few minutes later, he returned with two mugs. He handed one to Eleanor, then sat down closely beside her, leaning back lazily against the sofa as he watched the documentary with her.

Eleanor took a sip. He had added milk and sugar, exactly the way she liked it.

Around ten o'clock, they headed to a large nearby supermarket. Ian pushed the cart from behind while Eleanor walked ahead, picking out groceries and browsing the pet aisle for Princess's treats.

When it was time to check out, Ian paid. Standing in the middle of the crowd, his striking presence turned quite a few heads.

Not long after they returned home, Joy Thatcher called. Thinking her friend wanted to grab lunch, Eleanor picked up, only to hear Joy laughing on the other end. "Well, look at you two, grocery shopping together!"

Eleanor paused. "How did you know?"

"Someone took photos of you, and the media published them immediately," Joy laughed.

Eleanor quickly opened her phone. Sure enough, paparazzi had snapped pictures of them, and several news outlets had eagerly picked up the story.

"Billionaire Ian Goodwin and ex-wife spotted shopping, fueling reconciliation rumors."

"Alright, alright, I won't bother you two anymore. I'm sure your alone time is precious," Joy teased before hanging up.

Eleanor's face burned hotly.