No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 822

Ian sat in the chair beside the bed, his eyes never leaving Eleanor's sleeping form. Her pale face was flushed with an unnatural feverish color, and her expression was relaxed, like a defenseless child.

He was grateful he had insisted on following her, allowing him to get her to the hospital in time.

The IV drip was making her arm cold. Ian reached out and gently took her hand in his. It was like ice.

He cupped it between his palms, trying to transfer some of his own warmth to her.

Gavin waited outside, not daring to disturb them.

Time ticked by. The sound of the rain outside only amplified the silence in the room.

Ian was startled back to the present when a nurse pushed the door open to check on the IV bag. Seeing it was empty, she came over to remove the needle.

After she left, Ian pressed a cotton ball to the injection site until the bleeding stopped. He felt Eleanor's forehead again; the fever had gone down slightly, but it hadn't broken completely.

Her hand was still cold, so he held it again, warming it in his own before tucking it back under the covers.

Ian shifted in his seat. The only light in the room spilled in from the hallway, creating an unspoken moment of tranquility.

Eleanor slept deeply, as if she hadn't had a proper rest in ages, her features peaceful and content.

Without the cool, distant walls she usually put up around him, she seemed exceptionally fragile and quiet.

Ian's gaze traced her features, and memories surged, wild and untamed, pulling him back to moments that had truly existed between them. His expression deepened as the past and present blurred. Just then, Eleanor shifted in her sleep, turning to face him. Her lips parted slightly, and for a reason only he knew, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile.

The hours crept by. Around four in the morning, Eleanor's long lashes fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes, the fog of the fever having lifted considerably.

She blinked, adjusting to the dim light, and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a few seconds, confused.

Was she… in a hospital?

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