No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1637

"Here you go."

Eleanor smiled, took it, and took a bite. The sugar melted instantly in her mouth, beautifully sweet.

After a couple of bites, she held it up to Ian. "You try it too."

Ian leaned down and took a bite. He looked at her, his eyes brimming with affection. "Yeah, it's very sweet."

Just as Eleanor lowered her head for another bite, surrounded by the bustling crowd, Ian leaned close to her ear. "But you're sweeter."

His words made Eleanor's ears burn. Ian chuckled softly behind her, stepping up to take her hand again.

After their shopping trip, Ian took her to an exclusive private kitchen restaurant for lunch.

Once they finished, the driver took them back to the hotel to grab their luggage before heading to the airport.

They arrived home at five in the evening. Evelyn happily received several gifts, but the one she was most interested in was an intricate Nine-Linked Rings puzzle.

Eleanor sat down with her, watching her daughter experiment and explore. Evelyn cupped her cheeks in her hands, looking so serious and focused.

Evelyn didn't pester Eleanor for help. After fiddling with it for a while, she managed to unlock one ring, filling her with a massive sense of pride and accomplishment.

"Mom, I'm going to figure out how to unlock all of them one by one," Evelyn announced. It was clear that challenging toys were her absolute favorite.

Eleanor could feel that her daughter was truly growing up, developing her own independent thoughts and opinions.

That night, Evelyn took her toys back to her room to study them. She was already accustomed to sleeping independently, though Eleanor still checked on her occasionally to make sure she hadn't kicked off her blankets.

Eleanor herself didn't stop working. She sat in the study, opened her laptop, and logged into the database to cross-reference Sophia's medical files. She was determined to do everything in her power to help the girl recover.

Before she knew it, the clock struck eleven. She hadn't noticed the time until a figure appeared in the doorway to remind her.

"It's very late. Shouldn't you be resting?" Ian leaned against the doorframe, wearing a dark gray robe. His hair was still slightly damp, clearly fresh out of the shower.

Eleanor glanced up at him before looking back at the screen. "Almost done. Just let me finish comparing this last set of data."

A helpless look crossed Ian's eyes. He walked in, sat on the sofa opposite her, and silently kept her company.

"Is that girl's condition complicated?" he asked.

"A bit more complicated than I expected, but as long as we use the right methods, there's a very high chance she'll walk again."

"Are you confident?"

Eleanor thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, but it will take time."

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