No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1042

Just then, Eleanor spotted a tower that was open for sightseeing. On an impulse, she turned to Mansfield and said, "I want to go up and see."

"Alright, I'll go with you," Mansfield nodded, accompanying her to The Ancient Spire. The view from the top was excellent, but since it was an ancient structure, the entryway was so narrow that only one person could pass at a time, and taller people had to duck to avoid hitting the ceiling beams.

This proved to be a bit of a challenge for Mansfield.

They had just climbed two floors when, on the third level, four tourists started coming down. In the tight space, the girl in the lead asked politely, "Could you let us pass? We're in a hurry to get down."

Eleanor immediately stepped back to a small landing below. At that moment, a solid frame unavoidably closed in around her. The first tourist was a bit heavyset, and as she passed Mansfield, she bumped into him, causing him to instinctively lean forward.

In the dim light, Eleanor felt her face flush.

He didn't want to bump into her, so Mansfield quickly put his hands on the walls on either side, kind of trapping her safely between him and the wall.

The four tourists squeezed past Mansfield one by one. In the confined space, Eleanor tried to make herself as small as possible, feeling the warmth of the man's breath in her hair.

Once the tourists had disappeared down the stairs.

"Sorry," Mansfield said in a low voice, which sounded particularly magnetic in the narrow space.

Eleanor shook her head, but her face was blushing uncontrollably. The man's clean, soapy scent was quite pleasant.

Mansfield took a step back. "I'll go first," he said.

Eleanor followed behind him. Whenever they reached a steep step, Mansfield would offer his hand to help her up. They finally reached the fifth floor. From this height, they could overlook the entire expanse of historic residences and alleyways below. Eleanor leaned against the railing, enjoying the cool breeze. Though the climb up had been a bit awkward, the view more than made up for it.

Eleanor's breath caught. She nodded, her mind in turmoil.

The night stretched out before them, with the city lights twinkling like a sea of stars.

"It's beautiful," Eleanor murmured.

"Yes, very beautiful," Mansfield agreed, his eyes fixed on her face in genuine admiration.

After enjoying the breeze for a while, they started heading back. This time, Mansfield again led the way, carefully checking the path for her and occasionally reminding her about the steps.

It was already eleven o'clock when they returned to the hotel. Mansfield walked her to the lobby and said softly, "I'll come by in the morning to take you to the airport."