No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1617

Shortly after hitting the road, they caught a red light. Ian reached across the console to grasp Eleanor's hand. "Why are your hands so cold? Did you skip dinner?"

"I ate at the cafeteria," Eleanor replied, rubbing her hands together, suddenly realizing how deeply the late autumn chill had settled in.

"Next time you work late, I'm having food delivered directly to your office." Ian didn't trust that the cafeteria food was substantial enough for her.

Eleanor shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I never eat much at night anyway."

Ian cast a glance at her but didn't argue, simply squeezing her hand a little tighter to share his warmth.

Eleanor leaned her head against the window, her mind still racing with the implications of the day's data. It was monumental; she needed time to process it all.

A thought struck her, and she turned to look at the man beside her. If he hadn't pulled strings to secure that cutting-edge equipment, her experiment would have likely been delayed by a year, maybe two, or possibly even longer.

In this day and age, scientific research was a brutal race against the clock. The analyzer Ian had gifted her had just pushed her at least a year ahead of the competition.

As Eleanor gazed at him, her eyes filled with a profound tenderness she wasn't even aware of.

"What is it?" Ian, always hyper-aware of her, turned his head to meet her stare.

"I want to thank you," Eleanor said softly, completely sincere.

Ian raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Thank me for what?"

"For the equipment you bought. Because of it, we made a massive breakthrough tonight."

Ian smiled. "Well, then it sounds like my money was incredibly well spent." His tone then shifted, brimming with unmistakable pride. "You have to remember, I'm investing in a future Nobel laureate."

Eleanor couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, stop it."

Ian's smile turned serious. "I mean every word."

Eleanor let out a soft sigh, the sheer joy she had been suppressing finally spilling over into her eyes. "I think... I really did it."

Ian looked back at her, his gaze heavy with fierce affection and undeniable pride. "I always knew you could."

"I think I found the exact answer I've been looking for." Her eyes were impossibly bright, sparkling with uncontainable excitement.

Warmth flooded Ian's chest. The fact that she chose to share her greatest triumph with him first was an ultimate display of her reliance and absolute trust.

"Congratulations," he beamed.

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