No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 837

"I've always wanted to learn to cook, but I just don't have the talent for it," Eleanor admitted with a wry smile.

Xavier's gaze softened. "In a family, you only need one person who loves to cook."

Eleanor felt a slight blush creep up her cheeks. "You should eat, too. You must be starving after preparing all this."

"You're right," Xavier said with a smile, then turned to the girls with a gentle but firm look. "No picky eating, you two. You need a balanced diet."

"We know, Uncle," Vivian replied dutifully.

With the two children chattering away, the meal was relaxed and comfortable.

Eleanor had to admit, being with Xavier was easy. He was thoughtful, considerate, and knew how to respect her boundaries without making her feel pressured.

After dinner, she insisted on helping with the dishes.

Xavier tried to stop her, but she was adamant.

"You're the guest. Let me handle it," he said, standing by helplessly.

"You already cooked a wonderful meal. The least I can do is clean up," Eleanor replied, efficiently scrubbing the plates.

Xavier gave up, a soft light in his eyes. For a moment, it felt like they were a real family.

"I'll get them some fruit," he said, not wanting to stand by idly.

Just as Eleanor finished with the last plate and turned to put them away, Xavier approached with a bowl of cherries, and they nearly collided.

Eleanor instinctively stepped back, the plate almost slipping from her hands. Xavier's reflexes were quick; he reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her. For a split second, they were standing incredibly close.

So close that Xavier could smell the faint, clean scent of her hair. He froze. One looking up, the other down, their eyes met.

"Sorry," Eleanor said, pulling back first.

"Are you okay?" Xavier asked, his voice a little deeper than usual.

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