Chapter 1557

lan let out a low chuckle. "Alright, my mistake. You can punish me however you see fit."

Eleanor was speechless again. Forget it, she wasn't going to argue with him. She looked up. "I haven't really cooked in ages. You're handling lunch."

It was his fault for sending Joslyn away, anyway.

lan's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Do we have groceries? I'll cook."

"We're out." Eleanor had checked earlier; the fridge was practically empty.

"Then let's make a trip to the supermarket and pick some things up. We won't go anywhere else today. We'll just stay home. How does that sound?" lan suggested softly.

Eleanor thought about it. Princess was almost out of dog treats, and she didn't have much else to do. A trip to the store sounded like a nice way to relax.

"Okay," she agreed.

It was still early after breakfast. Ian cleaned up the kitchen while Eleanor sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching a documentary with the remote in hand.

Her long hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, her expression serene and focused. Princess lay at her feet, letting out a contented sigh.

A gentle breeze drifted through the living room. Peace and quiet-this was the definition of a perfect morning.

"Want some coffee? I'll make you a cup," lan offered.

Eleanor nodded. "Sure."

lan went over to his side of the house. He owned a high-end espresso machine and pulled an excellent shot of coffee.

A few minutes later, he returned with two mugs. He handed one to Eleanor, then sat down closely beside her, leaning back lazily against the sofa as he watched the documentary with her.

Eleanor took a sip. He had added milk and sugar, exactly the way she liked it.

Around ten o'clock, they headed to a large nearby supermarket. Ian pushed the cart from behind while Eleanor walked ahead, picking out groceries and browsing the pet aisle for Princess's treats.

At one point, while searching for a specific brand, Eleanor accidentally took a wrong turn, and ended up in the family planning aisle. A dazzlinge array of colorful boxes filled the shelves, silently advertising their intimate purpose.

Eleanor's eyes widened. She blinked, a sudden heat rising to her cheeks. How did she end up here?

She had only been looking for the new line of dog snacks.

Following close behind, lan took in the display. His gaze darkened slightly as it swept over the boxes,

and a wicked smile touched his lips. He leaned in and murmured DO we need to buy some?"

His tone was undeniably teasing, thick with an unspoken, seductive tension.

"I'm looking for Princess's treats," Eleanor said swiftly, darting out of the aisle without looking back.

lan's eyes lingered on the brands. He recognized the one he used to prefer, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He knew they weren't quite ready for those yet.

Eleanor finally tracked down the pet snacks. Because she rarely shopped at this particular supermarket, finding specific items took some effort.

When it was time to check out, lan paid. Standing in the middle of the crowd, his striking presence turned quite a few heads.

Not long after they returned home, Joy Thatcher called. Thinking her friend wanted to grab lunch, Eleanor picked up, only to hear Joy laughing on the other end. "Well look at you two, grocery shopping together!"

Eleanor paused. "How did you know?"

"Someone took photos of you, and the media published them immediately," Joy laughed.

Eleanor quickly opened her phone. Sure enough, paparazzi had snapped pictures of them, and several news outlets had eagerly picked up the story.

"Billionaire lan Goodwin and ex-wife spotted shopping, fueling reconciliation rumors."

"Alright, alright, I won't bother you two anymore. I'm sure your alone time is precious," Joy teased before hanging up.

Eleanor's face burned hotly.