No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1648

Eleanor's head was spinning from staring at documents for so long. Standing up, she practically melted into his chest. Ian's long arm instantly wrapped securely around her waist. Sweeping his other arm beneath her knees, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her straight to the master bedroom.

The moment he kicked the door shut, his mouth crashed down on hers.

Outside, the night deepened, but inside the room, the lights remained on, casting a warm, golden glow. The man had a strange obsession with keeping the lights on. Eleanor had protested multiple times, but he simply refused to compromise.

Spring was in full swing, breathing vibrant new life into everything.

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The calendar flipped to May, bringing bright, sunny weather.

Everything was perfectly on track.

Mrs. Vaughn's condition was strictly managed, and she had officially been discharged to recover at home. Last week, Eleanor, Ian, and Evelyn had visited the Vaughn family, and Eleanor even cooked a massive dinner for everyone.

Fantastic news also arrived from Sophia. Following the integration of her new neural chip, her motor responses exceeded all expectations. During their video call last week, she had managed to stand unassisted for a full minute.

In the video, Sophia looked radiant, her life finally steering back toward a beautiful horizon.

Eleanor turned around, her eyes landing on an invitation letter sitting on her desk.

It was from a prestigious academy in Montclair, inviting her to participate in an exclusive one-month academic program. The teams attending were world-class, and collaborating with them could spark massive breakthroughs in her research.

Ian had fully encouraged her to go, even though it meant they would be apart for an entire month.

Eleanor walked over to her laptop, replied to the email, and officially locked in her itinerary.

That night, she broke the news to her daughter. Evelyn was thrilled for her mother's opportunity, constantly saying how incredibly proud she was.

May 18th. Ashford City International Airport.

Ian walked her right up to the boarding stairs of his private jet, refusing to let go of her hand. "Call me the second you land."

"I know, I know," Eleanor nodded.

"And FaceTime me."

"I will."

"Take care of yourself."

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