No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 821

The crosswalk light turned green. Eleanor looked up and started forward, so exhausted she didn't even notice Ian following close behind her.

From his car at the red light, Mansfield watched until she disappeared into the crowd. A few impatient honks sounded from behind him, but the car directly in his lane remained silent. The driver had seen his government plates and wisely kept his hand off the horn.

A moment later, the army-green SUV shot away like an arrow released from a bow.

Then, a black Bentley pulled up from behind, and Xavier's assistant drove off in a different direction.

"Mr. Vaughn, the hotel is booked at the—"

"Just get me a room at the hotel across from the hospital," Xavier cut him off.

The assistant paused for a second before understanding. "Right away, sir. I'll see if they have a suite available."

"A standard room is fine," came the reply from the back seat.

"Yes, sir," the assistant quickly agreed.

Eleanor stepped into the hotel lobby as a wave of exhaustion washed over her. She touched her forehead and was shocked to find it burning up.

She pressed the elevator's up button. When the doors slid open, she stumbled inside and leaned against the cool metal wall, her eyes closed, willing herself to get to her room quickly.

Just as the doors were about to close, they opened again, and a tall figure stepped inside.

Eleanor's eyes snapped open, her brow furrowing in annoyance.

*Why did he follow me?*

As the elevator began to ascend, a dizzy spell hit her, the world tilting violently. The long hours in the lab, combined with exhaustion, low blood sugar, and a mounting fever, finally took their toll. Her vision went black.

In her last moment of consciousness, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist as she collapsed into his arms.

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