No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1564

"Thank you," she murmured, taking a seat and slowly stirring the tea.

Ian sat across from her. He made no move to leave, simply watching her in absolute silence. His gaze was impossibly soft, mirroring the gentle moonlight spilling through the window.

Eleanor scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and took a sip. The warm tea instantly soothed her stomach and eased the tension in her chest.

"Are your cramps any better?" Ian asked gently.

Eleanor shook her head. "They're manageable."

"Could it be from the stress? I don't remember it ever being this bad for you before," Ian noted.

Lowering her eyes, she replied quietly, "Yeah. Just stress."

She drank her tea in silence. Just as she was about to get up for a second helping, Ian beat her to it, taking her bowl and returning with another half-serving.

Eleanor genuinely enjoyed the tea, easily finishing the second bowl. It was then she realized that the man across the table was staring intently—not at her face, but lower.

Her cheeks flushed hot. She glared at him in exasperation. "What are you looking at?"

She had completely forgotten that she hadn't put a bra back on after her shower. Beneath the thin cotton of her pajamas—

Ian cleared his throat, lifting a fist to his lips. "I wasn't looking on purpose."

Despite his words, his eyes didn't waver, his gaze darkening with undeniable heat.

Eleanor decided to ignore him. Although they had once shared every imaginable intimacy, the three years since their divorce made those memories feel almost forbidden now.

Setting her spoon down, she stood up. "I'm done. I'm going to bed. You should get some sleep too."

He had spent the entire previous night sleeping upright on the sofa. He had to be exhausted.

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