No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1652

One year later.

October, Stockholm.

The early morning sunlight spilled through the gap in the hotel curtains, casting golden patches on the floor. Eleanor stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the city view. Her heart was beating inexplicably fast.

From behind, a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.

"Can't sleep?" Ian's voice was husky with sleep as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Eleanor leaned back against his solid chest and let out a soft murmur of agreement.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck. "Nervous?"

Eleanor thought about it, then nodded. "A little."

He turned her around to face him. In the morning light, his eyes were incredibly bright.

"No matter the results today, in my heart, you've already won," he said.

Looking up at him, a wave of warmth flooded Eleanor's chest.

Over the past year, he had been by her side through everything. Every single step of the way, he was there.

"Thank you," Eleanor said softly.

"Thanking who?"

"You!"

"And who am I to you?"

Eleanor paused.

She wasn't the type of woman who constantly used pet names. Even when they were first married, she rarely called him her husband out loud. It just wasn't something she was used to.

But clearly, a certain someone was dying to hear it.

Eleanor lowered her head with a shy smile. "My husband."

"I love it when you call me that." Ian gave her a rewarding kiss on the lips, chuckling softly. "You don't need to thank me. Come on, let's get ready."

***

The Nobel Prize Ceremony was held at the Stockholm Concert Hall.

Eleanor wore a custom midnight-blue evening gown, her hair swept up elegantly to expose the graceful line of her neck. Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, Ian stood by her side, his gaze following her every move.

Taking a deep breath, Eleanor suddenly realized she wasn't nervous anymore. Just being able to stand in this hall was already a dream come true for her.

The concert hall was packed to the brim, filled with scientists, dignitaries, and royalty from all over the world.

Eleanor sat in the front row, with Ian right beside her.

When the presenter announced the Nobel Prize in Medicine, Eleanor's heart still skipped a beat.

"...awarded to Dr. Sutton from Neoterra, in recognition of her breakthrough discoveries in the treatment of neurodegenerative diseases, as well as her outstanding contributions to the clinical application of neural interface technology."

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall.

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