No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 600

As Eleanor passed the nurses’ station, she felt a few pairs of eyes sizing her up. She couldn’t quite figure out why.

What she didn’t know was that everyone at the nurses’ station had already pegged her as Xavier’s girlfriend, and so their curiosity was only natural.

Eleanor pushed open the door to Xavier’s private room. The moment he saw her, his eyes lit up and he tried to prop himself up in bed. “You’re here early,” he said, a smile breaking across his face.

She hurried over, placing the breakfast bag on his nightstand. “Don’t move around so much—you’ll pull the IV.” Her hand reached out to steady him, the gesture so natural she didn’t even think about it.

Xavier could feel the warmth of her fingers. It sent a shiver through him, an electric charge that left him momentarily breathless.

Eleanor helped him sit up, then quickly withdrew her hand.

“I brought you some savory pie and mushroom soup,” she said, opening the insulated containers. The fragrant steam filled the room, warm and comforting. “See if you feel like having either.”

Xavier swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “From that place we tried last time?”

She nodded. “You said you liked it, so I went out of my way to pick it up.”

He stared at her for a few seconds, surprised she remembered something as trivial as his breakfast preference—especially since their last breakfast together had been months ago.

Did this mean he’d carved out a place for himself in her heart?

Eleanor gently stirred the soup, waiting for it to cool. When it was ready, she began to feed it to Xavier.

He smiled, a little embarrassed. “I can manage. You don’t have to fuss over me.”

Truth be told, he’d managed perfectly well on his own the night before.

She didn’t insist. Instead, she adjusted the bed so he could sit up more comfortably, then handed him the soup. Xavier lifted the bowl in his good hand, sipping the hot broth. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Eleanor shook her head. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be the one lying here right now.”

Xavier stopped mid-sip, looking up at her. “As long as I’m around, I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

Her breath caught as she met his gaze, gratitude shining in her eyes.

Outside, a steady winter rain began to fall, drumming softly on the window. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“I had my assistant bring a couple of books. Want to take a look?” Xavier asked, breaking the silence.

One was on business strategy, the other on medicine. Eleanor knew Xavier had picked them out to help her pass the time. “Thank you,” she said, genuinely touched.

So the two of them sat quietly in the sunlit room, each with a book in hand, occasionally chatting about work.

By two in the afternoon, Eleanor was starting to feel drowsy, her head propped on one hand as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Suddenly, the door swung open.

Ian strode in first, a tall figure in a black overcoat, bringing a chill into the room with him. His gaze lingered on Eleanor for a brief moment before shifting to Xavier in the hospital bed. “How’s the injury?”

Eleanor looked up just as Vanessa entered, wrapped in a beige cashmere coat, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She hesitated when she saw Eleanor, but after a moment regained her composure. Henry came in last, pausing in surprise at the sight of Eleanor.

He’d assumed that by coming at this hour, he’d avoid running into her.

But Ian had come straight from the airport, clearly worried about Xavier.

Vanessa looked briefly at Ian, who didn’t glance back. She nodded at Henry. “Thank you.”

Henry said to Xavier, “I’ll come by later.”

After Henry and Vanessa left, Ian studied Xavier’s bandaged arm, clearly deep in thought—trying to piece together exactly how the accident had happened.

“Thank you, Xavier,” Ian said quietly, his voice low.

Xavier managed a small smile. “There’s no need.”

Ian tapped his fingers on the bed rail, a dull, rhythmic sound. He lifted his eyes to meet Xavier’s, his tone serious. “You know what I’m thanking you for.”

Xavier’s expression was calm as he nodded. “It’s my duty to protect Eleanor.”

For a moment, the only sound was the rain growing heavier on the windows, echoing the unspoken tension in the room.

Sitting up straighter, Xavier said, “Ian, we’ve known each other since we were seven. You know me.”

Ian stiffened.

“If you’ve really let go, then do it completely,” Xavier said, drawing a breath. “I think Eleanor has, too.”

“You’re sure she has?” Ian’s voice was rough, uncertain.

Xavier held his gaze. “At the very least, she’s not looking back anymore.”