No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1345

"You're welcome." As Eleanor reached the door, she felt the need to make her point more forcefully. "You might not regret this now, but there's no guarantee you won't in the future. After all, it's your life. Wasting it on me… is stupid."

She finished with that one blunt word.

Ian's eyes crinkled into a smile. "You said it yourself—it's my life. Don't I have the right to decide where I waste it?"

His response left her speechless. He did have the right to decide how to live his life, just as she had decided hers.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Ian suddenly asked in a low voice.

Eleanor looked at him with a frown. "Do you need something?"

"Come play golf with me tomorrow," the man said unexpectedly.

"You know I don't play." Nor did she have any interest in it.

"I can teach you," Ian said with a raised eyebrow.

"No, thanks," Eleanor refused.

"Do you remember owing me a favor for saving Mansfield Ellington? I've decided to cash it in. Tomorrow, I want Dr. Sutton to spend the day with me. From the moment we drop off our daughter at school until it's time to pick her up, your time belongs to me," Ian stated, his tone low and demanding.

Eleanor was taken aback for a second. But using one day to repay that favor… it actually sounded like a good deal.

At least it was better than letting him hold that favor over her head and use it to make a more difficult request later on.

After a quick mental calculation, Eleanor agreed decisively. "Fine, I accept."

A glimmer of a smile crossed Ian's eyes. "Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow after we drop Evelyn off."

Eleanor finally stepped out of his apartment. Ian closed the door, walked back to the table, picked up the box of stomach medicine, and put it away in a cabinet. He didn't need it at all.

Back in her own home, Eleanor wondered why Ian had used his favor so readily. It didn't seem to fit his usual calculating style.

Still, being even with him was exactly what she wanted.

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