No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1497

Just as Ian finished the drink, a waiter carrying a tray walked by and nearly bumped into Eleanor.

Eleanor noticed it just in time and took a slight step back, but a warm, large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist.

Although his grip was loose, it carried a weight and a possessiveness that were impossible to ignore.

Eleanor stiffened and looked up at Ian.

He looked entirely casual. "Are you alright?"

To anyone else, it seemed like the most natural gesture in the world.

But Eleanor knew it wasn't.

This man was using his actions to tell her that he was fully exercising his newly won privileges.

"Mr. Goodwin and Dr. Sutton truly are—a perfect pair!" the middle-aged man complimented them with a smile.

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat. After the man walked away, she gently pushed Ian off. At the very least, she didn't want to look overly intimate in front of a crowd.

Ian was sensible enough to give her space. After all, everything he had done just now was just to confirm that Eleanor had tacitly accepted his 'crossing the line.'

Ian stepped away to take a phone call, and Eleanor went over to chat with Gwenda and the rest of the team.

The celebration went smoothly. Everyone was drinking, chatting, and having a fantastic time.

Just then, an assistant walked over to Eleanor. "Ms. Sutton, I saw Mr. Goodwin on the balcony earlier, and it looked like his stomach was bothering him. Do you want to take him somewhere to rest?"

Eleanor was taken aback. She walked out to the balcony and found Ian gripping the railing, pressing a hand to his stomach as he fought through obvious pain.

"What's wrong?" Eleanor asked, stepping closer.

"I don't know why, but my stomach is killing me. Probably a bad mix of drinks today," Ian said, taking a sharp breath.

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