No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1196

Ian put down his teacup, his gaze deepening. He picked up his phone, found Eleanor's number, and dialed it without hesitation.

"Hello? What is it?" Eleanor's voice came from the other end.

"I heard you made a major discovery," Ian said, trying to sound calm. "Congratulations."

"How did you know?" Eleanor asked back.

"Dr. Windsor just came to see me," Ian said truthfully. "I'll take care of the patent application."

On the other end, Eleanor didn't refuse. She really didn't have time for it right now. Besides, since she was working in his lab, it was his responsibility to protect his researchers' patents.

Eleanor worked until eight in the evening before going home. Joslyn told her that Evelyn Goodwin and Serena Goodwin were playing downstairs at Ian's place, and even Princess had gone down.

Eleanor sat on the sofa, worn out. Joslyn brought her a bowl of nourishing soup. "Ma'am, have some soup to restore your strength."

Joslyn could see that Eleanor had been busy with work lately and had lost weight. It pained her to see it.

Eleanor nodded. She had overworked her brain today and just wanted to zone out for a bit.

Downstairs, Serena was playing the guitar with Evelyn. On the sofa, Ian watched the little girl with a doting expression, his eyes full of praise.

With every chord Evelyn strummed, she would glance at her father to make sure he was listening attentively. Ian maintained a focused expression, occasionally giving his daughter an encouraging smile. With her father's affirming gaze, Evelyn managed to play a complete "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

"Evelyn, that was great," Ian said, holding out his arms. Evelyn put down the guitar and happily jumped into his embrace. "Daddy, did I play better than before?"

"Yes, you've improved," Ian said, stroking his daughter's hair. "You've been working very hard."

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