A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 19

Bernard, tall and well–built, suddenly froze.

His gaze was icy, as if it could freeze someone on the spot.

After staring at her for a while, he quickly pulled out his hand, tore off a dozen tissues and frantically wiped his fingers.

Seeing his actions, Eleanor couldn’t help but giggle, “Mr. Caporal already told you that we had been intimate before, why did you still have to check for yourself?”

She had a smile in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, showing no signs of embarrassment or anger, but rather an enchanting

aura.

Her nonchalant attitude and repeated provocations finally set off the usually well–mannered Bernard.

He threw away the torn tissue in his hand and tightly pinched her chin.

He used all his strength, and Eleanor’s chin immediately turned red.

Eleanor’s face turned pale from pain, while Bernard ignored her expressions and got even closer to her face.

“Didn’t I tell you that I don’t allow anyone to touch things that I have used?”

His eyes were fierce, and his grip on her chin tightened, as if wanting to crush it.

This was the first time that Eleanor had seen Bernard so angry, and she was slightly taken aback.

It wasn’t that she deliberately provoked him, but his repeated insults led her to fight back this way.

him to get this mad. Wasn’t he supposed to not care about her? Why

courage to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been involved with someone

his composure like this. Could it be that he

in her heart, she stared at him intently, searching

emptiness, accompanied

me?” Bernard retorted coldly, extinguishing the flicker of light in Eleanor’s

cared about;

you love someone for a long time, you always

ordinary people; he had an obsession

be difficult for someone with this kind of obsession to accept that something they used to touch had been touched by someone else.

angry simply because he found

self–mocking smile, “I guess I

you

liked me.

But…”

I wanted. If I have a boyfriend, it’s normal for him to have sex with me, isn’t it? You’re not going

faltered, his face even

the courage to touch his face, from his eyebrows to

for five long years. How could she bear to

little bit. Why couldn’t she just let

she stared at him, Bernard suddenly grabbed

“Don’t touch me!”

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coldly,

react this way, hearing him say again that she was impure still hurt