No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1177

"I'll order for you," Ian said, then suggested, "I'll get that fish chowder from the place you love."

Eleanor looked at him, her gaze clear and direct, and refused. "No, thank you. Just because I liked it back then doesn't mean it suits my taste now."

Ian froze, a flicker of obvious disappointment in his eyes. He was silent for a few seconds before asking in a low voice, "Then what do you like to eat now? I can have someone bring it for you."

Eleanor shook her head. "The hospital's meals are fine."

Ian looked at Eleanor's calm profile. It was true—she had new tastes, new habits, and a new life.

"Alright," was all he said in the end.

The room fell into a silence that lasted for a dozen seconds. Ian glanced at his watch. "I'm heading back now. Gavin is outside the door, so if you need anything, just ask him."

"That won't be necessary. Please tell him to go home and rest. I'll call a nurse if I need anything," Eleanor said, not wanting to trouble Gavin.

"I'll have him stay until ten," Ian insisted. Then, he picked up his suit jacket, draped it over his arm, and left.

In the quiet hospital room, Eleanor picked up her phone to check her messages and emails. As she was reading, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," Eleanor called out.

Gavin pushed the door open. "Miss Sutton, sorry to bother you. May I have a word?"

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