No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 935

He looked into Eleanor's eyes, which shone like clear water in the hallway light, and nodded. "Yes."

"Why did you never tell me?" she asked, her tone more questioning than accusatory.

"Come to my place. I'll tell you everything you want to know," Ian said in a low voice, clearly unwilling to have this conversation in the open.

Eleanor turned her head away, her expression a mixture of disgust and refusal.

Ian's gaze locked onto her. "No one has ever been inside that apartment except for Serena and me." He said it to let her know that Vanessa had never crossed its threshold. "And like I said today, she and I—"

Eleanor cut him off coldly. "Your relationship with her is not what I want to talk about. I only want to discuss my father and you."

Ian paused, his eyes burning into hers. "Fine. Come to my place, and I'll tell you everything you want to know." He turned and walked toward the elevator. After a moment's hesitation, Eleanor followed.

He opened the door and switched on the lights, revealing an apartment that was a study in minimalist modernism—a stark palette of black, white, and gray. It was cold, orderly, and so clean it felt almost sterile, devoid of any personal warmth. Only a toy basket in the corner, filled with a dozen or so children's toys, offered a small crack in the austere facade.

"You don't need to take off your shoes. Come in," he said.

Eleanor took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the sofa.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify