No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1650

"You're safe now," his voice was hoarse as he stroked her back, comforting her softly. "I'm here. I came to get you."

Eleanor closed her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. She had been absolutely terrified all night, but knowing he was coming had given her endless hope.

Out in the hallway, rescue teams were moving floor by floor to evacuate the guests.

Ian held Eleanor's hand, leading her out. As the guests exited the hotel, a collective sense of surviving a nightmare washed over them.

At that moment, Eleanor spotted over a dozen bodies covered in white sheets in the hotel lobby. Her heart grew unimaginably heavy.

Seeing this scene only carved a deeper sense of lingering dread into Ian's soul.

This Terrorist Attack had been contained to a small area. Had it escalated, he couldn't even bear to imagine the consequences.

Bullet casings and bloodstains littered the ground. Ian pressed her face against his chest. "Don't look."

Eleanor nodded, leaning into his embrace as they walked toward the waiting cars outside.

Once inside, Ian ordered the driver to head to one of his properties in the area. The bodyguard detail had doubled, and the three-car convoy sped toward the affluent district.

They drove into a quiet, exclusive neighborhood filled with top-tier luxury mansions and maximum security.

It was one of Ian's properties, a place Eleanor had actually stayed at for a while in the past.

Thanks to regular maintenance, it was spotless and welcoming.

"Go take a shower first, then get some real sleep."

As the hot water cascaded over her, Eleanor finally felt like she was coming back to life.

The terror, tension, and helplessness of the night slowly washed away, but whenever she closed her eyes, haunting flashes of the ordeal lingered.

Stepping out in her pajamas, she was greeted by Ian handing her a glass of warm milk.

Eleanor took it and picked up an iPad to check the news. Watching the footage of several hotel staff being gunned down made her chest tighten all over again.

Ian went to shower. When he came out and saw her staring blankly at the screen, he walked over. "What's wrong?"

Eleanor shook her head. Even though she was safe, the residual fear clung to her.

Ian reached out and pulled her into his arms. Surrounded by his familiar scent, she murmured, "Thank you for coming."

Ian looked down at her. "Do you have any idea what I went through to get here?"

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