No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1640

The Archives were perfectly quiet, with towering shelves lined with endless research files and scientific literature.

Eleanor walked over to the neuroscience section and began searching for the documents she needed. Her fingers trailed across the binders, quickly pulling one out, flipping through a few pages, sliding it back, and moving on to the next.

Ian didn't step into the aisles. He simply leaned against the doorframe, watching her.

The white lab coat gave Eleanor an indescribable charm. The collar of her crisp white shirt peeked out from underneath, and a few loose strands of hair framed her face. She was completely engrossed in the materials, her expression serious, occasionally furrowing her brows in deep thought, looking just like a dedicated student.

Eleanor pulled out a file and walked toward him. "Found it."

Ian took the folder from her hands while his other arm naturally slipped around her waist.

Eleanor tried to pry his hand away. "Stop messing around, I still have work to do."

Ian smiled. "No one's looking."

But he relented, shifting his grip to intertwine his fingers with hers instead.

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Eleanor returned to her office and dove back into her work.

Ian sat on the sofa, casually flipping through a scientific journal.

Suddenly, Eleanor felt thirsty. She reached for her mug, only to find it completely empty. She decided to hold off and wait until she finished her current task to get some water.

However, Ian didn't miss a thing. He stood up, walked over to the water dispenser, filled a glass, and placed it right beside her hand.

Eleanor looked up, took the glass, and brought it to her lips, an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She didn't say a word, naturally accepting his quiet devotion.

By 8:30 PM, Eleanor finally finished her work. She massaged her stiff neck and shoulders, looking over at Ian. "Let's go for a walk."

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