Summary of Chapter 1589 – A turning point in No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) by Harper Laine
Chapter 1589 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor), written by Harper Laine. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
They spent some time chatting about work and life. Joy clearly had a few burning questions on the tip of her tongue, but seeing as Eleanor barely mentioned Ian, she decided to bite them back and stay quiet.
Around nine o'clock that evening, Evelyn finally returned home. Joslyn quickly whisked her away for a bath, and Eleanor lay down with her to help her settle in. With school starting the next morning, Eleanor couldn't let the little girl stay up too late.
Having a child meant strict discipline, especially when it came to a sleep schedule.
By ten, the little one was fast asleep, but Eleanor found herself completely wide awake. Her mind kept drifting back to Ian's illness. She had no idea if he had actually seen a doctor, and dragging out a low-grade fever was just asking for trouble.
She grabbed her phone and shot him a quick text: *Do you still have a fever?*
*I do. Do you have any medicine left?* Ian replied almost instantly.
*I do. I'll bring some over. Just take two pills,* she typed back.
*Thank you,* he replied politely.
Earlier in the day, Eleanor had asked Callie to look into the equipment transaction. Just as Ian had claimed, it was officially funded by The Guild of Commerce. Even if she had the money ready, she had absolutely no way to legally refund the purchase.
Whatever. Her head was spinning anyway. She got out of bed, grabbed the fever reducers and a glass of warm water, and walked through the adjoining doors into Ian's side of the house. She fully expected the man to be waiting for her in the main living area.
But the living room was completely dark and silent. Eleanor glanced up toward the second floor. Had he already gone to bed?
With no other choice, she climbed the stairs. As she reached the second-floor landing, she heard footsteps coming from the master bedroom. Ian appeared, wearing nothing but a plush bathrobe, his hair still damp from a fresh shower.
Seeing the woman coming upstairs to bring him medicine, a spark of unconcealed delight lit up his eyes.

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