No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1581

A suffocating wave of guilt washed over Eleanor. It was obvious his fever had spiked last night, and now, he had been burning up for hours.

"You have a fever. Let me take you to the hospital," Eleanor said, stepping forward. "Or I can call Gavin and have him drive you."

Ian propped himself up on his elbows. A second later, Eleanor was yanked into a scorching, solid embrace. The man panted slightly, his voice muffled and thick with childish stubbornness. "I'm not going anywhere."

Trapped in his tight hold, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a surge of anxious dread. She reached out and patted the back of his hand. "Let go of me first. You have to see a doctor like this."

Instead of releasing her, Ian tightened his arms, burying his face deep into the crook of her neck. His scalding breath fanned across her collarbone, his voice raspy from the high fever. "No—as long as you're with me, I'm not going anywhere—"

Eleanor felt a heavy knot of remorse in her chest. She hadn't picked the right time to say those harsh words to him last night, completely missing the fact that he was sick. Her resolve softened, and she coaxed him gently. "Okay, no hospital. I'll go get you some fever medicine, alright?"

If his fever stayed this high, it was going to be dangerous.

She remembered she had a first-aid kit stocked.

Ian hesitated for a moment before finally loosening his grip. Eleanor got up, pushed the door open, and went into her side of the house. A few moments later, she returned with the medication.

She poured him a glass of warm water and handed the pills over. "Take these first."

Ian took the medicine and the water, swallowing them obediently, though his intense gaze remained locked on her—as if the moment he finished, she was going to abandon him.

"Cough!" He choked on the water, breaking into a fit of heavy coughing.

That was what happened when he didn't pay attention to what he was doing.

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