No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1080

Sitting in the hospital room, Eleanor was getting some fruit ready for Mansfield when she heard a knock.

Assuming it was a nurse coming to change his dressing, she turned toward the door, and the fruit knife nearly slipped from her hand.

She stared at the man who walked in. In just one night, his hair had turned completely silver-white.

She just looked at him, speechless. Her heart clenched, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Mansfield's gaze also lingered on Ian's hair for a moment, a look of understanding in his eyes.

Ian walked calmly to the bedside and placed the fruit basket he was holding on the nightstand. "How are you feeling, Major General Ellington?"

"Much better. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Goodwin," Mansfield replied with a nod.

Eleanor pulled her gaze away and collected herself. She stood up and asked, "Did something happen? Or is it—"

"Everything is fine," Ian answered in a low voice, his eyes on her face. The handprint had faded, but her cheek was still slightly swollen. "I'm just glad you're okay," he said gently.

Eleanor looked up at his hair. Ian subtly turned away, avoiding her probing gaze, a rare hint of unease on his handsome face.

"I have things to attend to at the company, so I'll be going now." Ian turned and left. The moment the door closed, Eleanor lowered her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

In the hallway, Ian stopped. He ran a hand through his hair, a profound pain surfacing in his eyes. On the way here, he hadn't cared about the stares of others, but when Eleanor looked at him, all he felt was inadequacy and a desire to flee.

After a brief moment, he left with his bodyguards.

Mansfield gazed at her with deep affection. Finally, his actions had won her heart. His voice broke with emotion. "Eleanor, I will spend the rest of my life proving that you didn't make the wrong choice."

Eleanor nodded. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their joined hands. From this moment on, Eleanor was willing to be with the man who had risked his life for her.

Last night, he had thrown himself in front of the knife that was meant for her. If the blade had been just a little lower, she couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened.

The sense of security Mansfield gave her wasn't just from last night. She admired everything about him. While it wasn't the same dizzying infatuation she'd felt when she first met Ian as a teenager, she knew this was a different kind of love—not a rash, impulsive decision, but a natural, steady affection.

"Let's take it slow," Eleanor said, her gaze clear and earnest. "Starting today, let's get to know each other, just like any other couple."

A smile filled with anticipation spread across Mansfield's face. "Okay, whatever you say. Then as of today, Dr. Sutton, consider yourself officially pursued."