No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1584

Eleanor sat frozen for a few seconds, too stunned to pull away and confirm what she had just heard.

She reasoned that even if he were genuinely sobbing, it was likely over his grandmother's passing. For days, he had maintained an indestructible facade for the rest of the world, locking away a profound grief that had nowhere else to go.

Regardless, Eleanor's heart fluttered with chaotic uncertainty in that moment.

"Don't do this." She slowly lifted her head. Ian had his eyes closed, but beneath his thick lashes, a clear, wet trail of tears traced down his cheek. The corners of his eyes were still damp.

Cautiously, Eleanor raised a hand, her thumb gently brushing away the moisture near his eye. "I'm so sorry for your loss," she murmured soothingly.

Ian opened his deep, dark eyes, a flash of intense resentment burning within them. Clearly, her comforting words had completely missed the mark.

He wrapped his arms around her again, burying his face even tighter into the crook of her neck. His searing, ragged breaths hit her skin in rapid succession, his voice thick and impossibly stubborn. "Stay with me. Don't leave—"

Eleanor let out a soft sigh. "Evelyn was picked up by your sister this morning to stay at your mom's."

Her unspoken implication was clear: she was free to stay and keep him company.

Ian hummed softly in approval, seemingly put at ease. With their daughter out of the house, he could monopolize all of her time.

"Eat something and get some sleep." Eleanor knew the absolute best thing for him right now was rest so his fever could break.

Ian didn't argue. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her skin. It was as if he desperately wanted to kiss her lips, but held himself back out of fear of getting her sick. Kissing her hand was the only way to satisfy the unbearable craving in his chest.

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