No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1063

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before Roland's tone softened. "Vanessa, I know you have your difficulties, but you also know the company's situation right now— I'm begging you, please go ask Ian!"

"Dad, it's better to rely on ourselves than on others. We should solve this on our own."

"How about this? I have a dinner meeting tonight. Come with me, and I'll introduce you to the CEO of Novum Tech. He's always admired your talent," Roland suddenly suggested.

Vanessa sounded annoyed. "Dad, you know I don't like those kinds of dinners."

"Vanessa, just listen to me. Do it for my sake. It's just one meal," Roland said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Besides, you'll be attending as a shareholder of the company."

Vanessa tightened her grip on the phone. If the company had nothing to do with her, she wouldn't bother, but as a shareholder, she couldn't just ignore it.

"Fine, send me the address. I'll be there," Vanessa said, finally giving in.

In the evening, Eleanor returned home to find Ian already there with their daughter.

"Mommy, you're back!" Evelyn was sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons with Ian.

"I am." Eleanor put down her bag and walked over to her daughter, who reached out to hug her. "Mommy, what's that smell on you?"

"It's disinfectant. Let Mommy go take a shower, and then I'll come down and play with you, okay?" Eleanor said.

"Okay!" Evelyn nodded.

"I'll stay with Evelyn a little longer and then I'll go," Ian said, implying he wouldn't be staying for dinner.

"Alright," Eleanor nodded and went to the kitchen to let Joslyn know before heading upstairs to shower.

After washing her hair and showering, Eleanor came downstairs in comfortable loungewear, her fluffy hair draped loosely over her shoulders. Fresh from her bath, she exuded a fresh and gentle aura.

When Eleanor stepped onto the balcony, she found Ian still sitting on the sofa under the lights.

Ian's gaze shifted to Eleanor, and he answered without a hint of hesitation, "Of course."

This was a playful exchange Ian often had with their daughter during their marriage. He never expected her to bring it up so casually now.

Eleanor pretended not to hear, her hair falling over her chest. Under the lights, her fair profile created a heart-stirring picture. The man's breathing quickened. "I'm leaving."

Three minutes later, the sound of a running shower came from the downstairs bathroom.

The man had walked straight into the bathroom, letting the cold water pour over his head, soaking his fine, handmade shirt. The nearly transparent fabric clung to his body, revealing the powerful, toned muscles beneath.

Ian closed his eyes, letting the cold water wash over him, trying to extinguish the desire that shouldn't exist.

But it was no use.

Twenty minutes later, the man emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair dripping. Fatigue was etched on his brow, along with a hint of frustration from an unfulfilled urge.