A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1

Bernard Laurence returned to the country, and as his secret lover, Eleanor Shultz was promptly taken to Rosewood Manor.

As per the agreement, she had to be squeaky clean without a trace of perfume or makeup before seeing him.

She followed his preferences to the letter, washing herself up, then putting on a silky nightgown and heading to the bedroom on the second floor.

The man was sitting in front of his computer dealing with work stuff when she entered. He glanced at her.

“Come here.”

His voice was cold and void of emotion, weighing on Eleanor’s heart like a heavy stone.

He was an aloof man prone to mood swings. Fearing his bad temper, Eleanor quickly walked up to him.

Before she could even get settled, Bernard pulled her into his embrace, his long fingers grabbing her chin.

Bending down, he kissed her

ed

lips hard.

Bernard was never one for chit–chat. Making love to her was his only purpose when meeting her.

He may have looked noble, but when it I came to his sexual desire, he wouldn’t let her off easy after being away on business for three months.

As she expected,

She followed the

she woke

was gone

the sound of water trickling in

a tall figure reflected on the

soon as he finished, never staying until

different this time?

for the man to appear. After a few minutes, the sound of water ceased, and

his hair onto his skin; tracing a path down his well–defined abs, exuding a dangerously enticing

detachment. He looked good, yet the chilly aura surrounding him made

cold stare. “You don’t need to come anymore,” he

paused, perplexed by his

handed her a document. “This contract is terminated

Eleanor finally realized the truth: Bernard

he didn’t leave

Five

reluctant to part, but because

eventually. But she never thought it would end

no reason, there was just a simple notification.

up at Bernard as he changed into his

contract’s only got half a year left, can’t you wait for a

had three months left to live, according to the doctor. She wanted to stay by his

cold and devoid of any hesitation, as if he were disposing of a worn–out

prédicament in the face

ཁ ཡ ཅ འག

had been unable to capture his heart. It was time for her to wake up from this illusion.

the contract, she mustered a forced laugh and tried to appear calm and satisfied. “Don’t take it so seriously. I was just joking.” she said. Then, she added, “Actually, I’ve been wanting to leave you for a while now. I’m glad the contract is