No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1000

Eleanor frowned. "Gavin couldn't reach you. He was worried, so he asked me to check on you."

Ian rubbed his throbbing temples and leaned against the doorframe. "I'm fine, just... running a bit of a fever."

He certainly looked like he was.

"You should have someone take you to the hospital," Eleanor suggested.

"No, I'll be fine after I get some sleep," Ian shook his head. He left the door open and walked toward the living room.

Eleanor's brow furrowed. He was as stubborn as ever when it came to being sick. She figured he had probably just missed Gavin's calls while he was in the shower.

She turned to leave, but a sudden crash of glass from inside stopped her. She turned back and stepped into the apartment.

In the living room, Ian was bracing himself on the table with one hand, the other pressed to his forehead. Shards of a broken glass lay at his feet. He had clearly gotten dizzy and dropped it.

Eleanor walked over to him. Just as she reached him, he swayed, nearly collapsing. She instinctively reached out to steady him.

His arm wrapped around her shoulders, and he leaned his head against her. She could feel the intense heat radiating from his body.

"Get on the sofa and lie down," Eleanor said, half-supporting, half-guiding him to the couch. Ian sank onto it, beads of sweat on his forehead. He seemed to be fighting off a wave of dizziness, his eyes unfocused.

Eleanor was about to clean up the broken glass when a large hand grabbed her wrist. "Don't go," he pleaded, his voice raspy.

"Let go." She easily pulled her hand free and took out her phone to call Joslyn upstairs.

A moment later, Joslyn appeared at the door. Seeing Ian on the sofa, she asked with concern, "Ma'am, what's wrong with Mr. Goodwin?"

"He's sick. Joslyn, could you please clean this up and then go make him some soup?"

Eleanor took it and handed it to him. "Do it yourself."

Joslyn discreetly left, pulling the door almost closed behind her.

Ian put the thermometer under his arm. When it beeped, he took it out and handed it to Eleanor without looking at it.

She glanced at the reading. It was a high fever: 104.3°F.

She went into his bathroom, found a washcloth, soaked it in cold water, and wrung it out. She folded it and placed it on Ian's forehead.

The cool sensation seemed to ease the tension in his brow.

Eleanor thought about who could take care of him. Magdalen was too old, Gina was still recovering in the hospital, and Serena was undergoing drug trials and couldn't be exposed to any illnesses.