No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1619

"Ian—" Eleanor pushed weakly against him.

"Hmm?" he hummed vaguely against her collarbone.

"I have people to meet tomorrow."

The man lifted his head. The darkness masked his features, but she could distinctly feel the grin stretching across his face.

"Alright," he murmured. "I'll try my best to be careful."

Before Eleanor could argue, his lips swallowed her protests.

The night deepened outside the window, casting the room into absolute darkness. The only sounds left were their hitched breaths and racing heartbeats—

The man's muscled back moved like powerful ocean waves surging beneath the moonlight—

A long time later, Eleanor lay completely limp against the man's chest, her body entirely drained of strength. His lingering kisses were a soothing mix of comfort and reluctant devotion.

"Go to sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday, you can sleep in."

Eleanor was so thoroughly exhausted she couldn't even manage to peel her eyes open, offering only a vague hum in response.

With a soft sigh, the man pulled her tightly into his arms and drifted off to sleep right beside her.

Early the next morning.

After a refreshing shower, Eleanor pulled a dusty-blue knee-length dress from her closet, layering it under a chic beige trench coat. It was an elegant, understated look that perfectly suited the occasion.

Ian dropped their daughter off at his mother's house first before swinging back to pick her up. As he stood by the door watching her walk out with her purse, his eyes slowly dragged up and down her frame.

Eleanor had applied some light makeup today, but his intense scrutiny still made her squirm. "Does it look bad?"

"No." The man shook his head before adding in a low, dangerous tone, "It just makes me not want to let you leave the house."

He selfishly wanted to lock her away and keep the view all to himself.

Eleanor shot him a playful glare. "Stop messing around."

Ian chuckled and checked his watch. "No rush. We still have an hour."

The venue was an ultra-private dining room in a high-end restaurant downtown.

Upon arrival, they ran into Dr. Lyman Brown in the lobby, and the three of them walked into the private suite together.

Acting with the perfect blend of humility and respect expected of the younger generation, Ian immediately stepped forward to shake hands with the three distinguished elders, offering a flawless, gracious smile.

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