No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1184

"Mr. Goodwin, we're out of pepper. I'm just going to run to the supermarket outside. Would you mind keeping an eye on Ma'am for a moment?" After saying this, Joslyn placed her gift on a cabinet and, with a knowing look, headed for the door and quickly left.

Eleanor frowned. Joslyn was clearly making an excuse to leave. Suddenly feeling awkward, she closed her laptop.

Ian sat down on the sofa across from her, his eyes still fixed on her bandaged arm. "Does the wound still hurt?"

"Not anymore," Eleanor replied, looking down.

"The conference went very well. It was incredibly productive," Ian said, his gaze steady on her. "So, you don't need to worry about future funding."

Eleanor turned to look out the window. "I see," she answered softly.

Ian lowered his gaze, his voice deep and resolute. "I know I've lost the right to explain myself to you, but there are still some things I need to say."

Eleanor turned back to face him. Curious as to what he could possibly want to explain, she listened patiently.

"The reason I didn't want you to know Vanessa back then was because I had seen her at her most unhinged. She would do anything to get what she wanted. You were so naive at the time, and I was afraid—afraid you would get hurt."

Eleanor listened in silence, then let out a self-deprecating laugh. "So you'd rather I remain a fool."

A sharp pain flashed in Ian's eyes. "I'm sorry. I thought I could handle everything, but in the end, you were the one who got hurt the most."

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