No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1005

Back then, Eleanor was indeed pure and beautiful, and Gavin had been struck by her at that moment.

He remembered thinking at the time what a good person the real Mrs. Goodwin was.

Vanessa was all about money and fame in Drexford, but Eleanor never seemed to want anything at all.

But the Eleanor of today had transformed into someone who seemed utterly out of reach.

The medication from the IV dripped steadily into Ian's arm, and he drifted off to sleep.

Gavin tiptoed over, adjusted the blanket, and went back to his work.

Regardless of everything, Gavin still hoped his boss could win Eleanor back. Otherwise, knowing his personality, he would probably stay single for the rest of his life.

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At five-thirty, Eleanor picked up her daughter and headed home, with no intention of telling her about Ian's illness.

However, by the time she finished washing her hands at home, Joslyn had already spilled the beans.

"Mommy, is Daddy sick? Is he downstairs? I want to go see him," Evelyn Goodwin pleaded, her big eyes wide.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Joslyn said, flustered. She was in the middle of making more soup for Ian.

"It's alright," Eleanor said, not blaming her. Joslyn had been on Ian's payroll for six years; she still had a soft spot for her former employer.

"Evelyn, why don't you wait a little while? Once I've finished making the soup, you and Mommy can go down together to visit your daddy," Joslyn suggested.

Eleanor frowned but said nothing. Ian was now the primary donor, and he needed to recover quickly. They were scheduled to administer the new medication to Gina Quinn next week.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell to Ian's apartment rang.

Gavin opened the door and his face lit up when he saw Eleanor and Evelyn. "Miss Sutton, you're here."

"Daddy!" Evelyn had already darted inside.

Ian had just woken up and was resting on the sofa.

"Okay, Mommy!" Evelyn nodded happily.

Joslyn left, and just as Eleanor stepped out the door, she turned back and called to the dog lying on the floor. "Princess, come on."

Princess whimpered, her big eyes looking up at her owner, but she didn't move. Clearly, she wanted to stay too.

"Could you let Princess stay with me for a bit?" Ian asked in a low, pleading tone.

Though reluctant, Eleanor saw that Princess wasn't going to listen to her anyway. She decided not to bother and left, closing the door behind her.

Still, the fact that Eleanor had personally brought their daughter downstairs was a pleasant surprise for Ian.

"Daddy, hurry and drink your soup!" Evelyn urged her father.

"Alright." Ian stood up and took her hand, leading her to the table. He was indeed hungry.

Evelyn sat beside him, propping her chin on her hands and watching him with a happy expression. The soup warmed his stomach, but his daughter's presence was just as comforting.