No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1123

Ian's gaze remained fixed on Eleanor as he said in a gentle voice, "Don't misunderstand what just happened."

Elara tactfully took a step back. "Ellie, I'm going to check on my mom. You two talk."

Now they were alone on the terrace, with only the gentle night breeze for company. But Eleanor had nothing to say to him.

She turned to leave, but a deep voice behind her pleaded, "Eleanor, can we—"

"Mr. Goodwin." Eleanor turned back, her clear gaze meeting his calmly. "Some boundaries are best not crossed."

The title made his chest tighten, and a sharp pain suddenly spread from his heart. He instinctively grabbed the railing for support, his eyes shut tight behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his brow furrowed in pain.

Eleanor had already turned to leave but heard the sound behind her. She couldn't help but look back and pause.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, unable to stop herself.

Ian clutched his chest, managing a faint smile. "It's nothing, just—"

In the dim light, fine beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. It was clear something was wrong with his heart.

"Should I call a doctor?" Eleanor took a step forward.

Ian shook his head, his gaze fixed deeply on her. "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course I am. You're Evelyn's donor. Nothing can happen to you," she snapped back.

Ian's lips curved into a smile, and the sharp pain in his chest miraculously eased a little. He straightened up, leaning against the railing, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses gazing tenderly at Eleanor's face.

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