No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1636

That night, Eleanor stayed up quite late. Still half-asleep, she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. She glanced at the clock—it was only 8:30 PM. She got out of bed, walked to the door, and peeked through the peephole. She instantly froze.

Standing outside was a face she knew better than anyone.

She immediately threw the door open. Ian was standing there in a dark gray coat, carrying the faint chill of travel. When he saw her, his lips curved into a smile.

"Am I interrupting?"

"Why... why are you here?" Eleanor peeked behind him.

"It's just me. Evelyn is at home." Ian walked in, reaching out his long arms to pull her into a tight embrace. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. "I missed you, so I came."

Eleanor leaned against his chest, scolding him gently. "You haven't fully recovered yet. Why are you running around like this?"

Ian scoffed softly. "Do you even care about me? It's been sixteen days. I passed the recovery phase a long time ago."

Eleanor had been so buried in work recently that she hadn't kept track of his recovery timeline.

"Did you go to the hospital for your post-op checkup? Are there any issues?" she asked out of concern.

"I went. As of now, everything looks perfect." He smiled, his gaze sliding over her body. "As for whether there are any actual issues, I'll only know once we put it to a practical test."

Eleanor gave him an exasperated glare. She tried to turn away, but Ian refused to let go. Instead, he leaned down and captured her lips.

Eleanor tried to block him. "I haven't even washed my face or brushed my teeth yet—"

"I don't care." He caught her hand and kissed her deeply.

The kiss was tender and lingering, heavy with his longing and desire.

A long time passed before he finally released her. Resting his forehead against hers, he murmured, "Did you miss me?"

Eleanor looked into his close, striking eyes. Considering how far he had traveled just to pick her up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and admitted, "I did."

Ian smiled and kissed her again. "I'm glad."

"Have you had breakfast?"

Ian didn't let go. Instead, he hugged her tighter and murmured, "There's no rush. The plane doesn't leave until this afternoon."

"Fine, then after breakfast, let's go buy some gifts for Evelyn," Eleanor suggested. She had wanted to go shopping for a few days, but was too busy to find the time.

"Okay," Ian chuckled softly.

After breakfast, they headed out from the hotel. There was no need for a car; a historic pedestrian street, The Old Town Promenade, was just a few hundred feet away, filled with everything they could want.

Ian held her hand as they took a rare, leisurely stroll.

The morning sun filtered down through the heavy, ancient eaves. Small shops lined both sides, selling an array of delicate, handcrafted toys. Eleanor felt completely relaxed.

Normally, she was either in the lab or on her way to it. Recently, she barely had time to buy seasonal clothes for her daughter.

They walked into a small toy shop filled with handmade trinkets. Eleanor picked out a few items while Ian immediately paid and carried the bags.