No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1651

Ian looked at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Are you sure? You're really willing to marry me again?" Ian's voice trembled.

Eleanor couldn't help but smile. "If you don't want to, then..."

"I do," Ian said, pulling her fiercely into his arms. He choked back a sob. "I do. Of course I do."

Eleanor leaned into his embrace and nodded.

"You've really thought this through?" Ian asked again, sounding terrified she might change her mind.

"I have. You're rich, handsome, and the father of my daughter. Plus, you're great in bed. I'd hate to let another woman have all that," Eleanor said with complete seriousness.

Ian let out a wet laugh. "Are you sure you're serious?"

Eleanor's lips curled up. "Absolutely serious."

Ian took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Then I'm changing what I call you, darling."

Eleanor's heart skipped a heavy beat.

Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, washing over them both.

"We're going straight to city hall as soon as we get back. No backing out," Ian insisted.

"No backing out," Eleanor agreed firmly.

Ian smiled, lowering his head to capture her lips.

The kiss was long and endlessly tender. It carried the profound relief of surviving a nightmare, and the fierce devotion of cherishing something precious he thought he'd lost forever.

"Ellie, I love you," he murmured against her mouth.

Although he chanted those words like a mantra every night when they were lost in the throes of passion, she usually couldn't focus enough to truly hear them. But right now, his confession rang with absolute clarity.

***

Two days later at the airport, Ian led Eleanor off the plane, their fingers intertwined.

Gavin Young was waiting to pick them up.

"Did you bring the documents?" Ian checked with him.

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