No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1039

Eleanor paused, then smiled. "No need, I'll be right down."

Eleanor grabbed her bag and went downstairs. As she stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor, she saw a tall, upright figure standing a few meters away. He wasn't looking at his phone, but waiting patiently and attentively.

Their eyes met, and he couldn't help but break into a smile.

Looking at him, Eleanor felt a pang of guilt. The last time he had come all this way to see her, she hadn't even offered him a meal.

"Long time no see," Eleanor said, looking up at him. She then noticed a scar, a few centimeters long, next to his forehead. It wasn't very obvious, but it had clearly been stitched.

Eleanor immediately stepped closer to get a better look at the wound. "How did you get this?"

Mansfield touched the spot. "A bullet grazed me. It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Eleanor's breath caught in her throat for a few seconds, unable to imagine how dangerously close that bullet must have come to his eye.

"Did I scare you?" Mansfield suddenly felt a bit regretful, realizing he shouldn't have told her that.

Eleanor nodded. "That is a little scary, yes."

To him, it was a routine part of his job, but for Eleanor, she barely had the courage to even hear about it.

"Come on, get in the car. I brought you something."

Eleanor nodded and followed him to his SUV. When she opened the door, she saw a box of tiramisu sitting on the center console. She smiled and picked it up. "You remembered I like this?"

Mansfield raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Of course I remember. I picked a restaurant for tonight. We'll see if you like it."

Mansfield drove through the bustling streets of Kingston, eventually stopping in a quiet alley.

"So, is Dr. Sutton planning on owing me a favor?" Mansfield asked with a mischievous grin. In the soft light, his handsome face showed a hint of boyish charm.

Eleanor paused, then smiled and pressed her lips together. "Alright, I owe you one." She picked up her teacup and asked, "Do you have to go on another mission soon?"

"I'll be staying in the country for now." A smile flashed in Mansfield's eyes. "I managed to get a two-week leave—"

Eleanor was happy for him. "You should take a good long rest." As she spoke, she glanced again at the scar on his forehead.

"In that case, can I come over to your place for a few meals?" Mansfield asked, his eyes shining brightly.

"You're welcome anytime," Eleanor nodded, clearly still feeling guilty about sending him away that night.

Mansfield instantly broke into a wide smile, as happy as a child who had just received a gift.