No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1599

"You need to seriously think about this before making that kind of decision," Eleanor warned him, completely serious.

"I have thought about it. Both of our families have genetic risks. Not having any more kids is the smartest choice." Ian's eyes were resolute. He had made up his mind on the drive over.

If this was the real reason Eleanor was holding back, he would prove with absolute certainty that she had nothing to worry about.

"Medical technology is highly advanced now. If you want a healthy baby, it's completely possible," Eleanor argued. She didn't want him to make such an extreme choice, knowing full well his mother would never approve.

"I don't want one. For the future of the Goodwin family, Evelyn and I are more than enough." Ian scooped her up in one fluid motion, sitting down on the sofa and pulling her onto his lap, trapping her in his embrace. "My wife only needs to do exactly what she wants to do. Nothing else."

But Eleanor didn't want him to make that kind of sacrifice. He didn't need to go under the knife just to prove his loyalty.

And she definitely didn't need him paying that kind of price for her.

"We can sit down and talk about our future, but don't do something stupid like that," Eleanor said, wrapping her arms around his neck in a soft warning.

Ian froze. His heart slammed violently against his ribs. What did she just say?

"Did you just say... our future?"

This time, Eleanor didn't break eye contact. "You heard me."

Ian let out a ragged breath. A rush of pure warmth flooded his veins, settling deep into his very soul. It felt like absolute salvation.

He knew it. She was finally, truly letting him back in.

"Okay. We can talk whenever you want," he said hoarsely.

As long as she wasn't pushing him away—as long as she was willing to stand by his side—he would do whatever she asked.

Eleanor let out a soft sigh, the last bit of tension in her chest dissolving into nothing. She melted against his shoulder. Ian held her tight, burying his face in her hair. Having her trust him so completely felt like a miracle he had fought tooth and nail for.

"Thank you, Ellie," he whispered. The words were quiet, but they carried the weight of the world.

He let out a helpless laugh and grabbed his phone from his pocket. "Five o'clock."

As Eleanor scrambled off his lap, she glanced back at him and couldn't stop a burst of laughter from escaping.

Ian looked down with a sigh. It was blatantly obvious. He adjusted his trousers and shot her a wicked look. "Enjoying the view?"

Eleanor's face burned instantly. She snapped her gaze away and smoothed down her messy hair. "Fix yourself."

Ian let out a low, incredibly satisfied laugh. "I'll let you off the hook this time. But next time you start a fire, you're putting it out."

He took a few deep breaths, forcing the heat in his blood to settle down, and straightened out his suit. "I'm going to get Evelyn."

Eleanor headed back to her own house. Joslyn wasn't around, so she went straight upstairs to the master bedroom. Staring at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips in the mirror, an undeniable softness blossomed in her chest. She let out a quiet sigh.

Dropping her guard and finally being honest about her feelings wasn't so bad after all. Honestly... it was better than she could have imagined.