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.

supposed to not care about her? Why was he so angry?

to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been involved with someone else? Does that mean you have feelings for

years with Bernard, she had never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could it be that he had

hope in her heart, she stared at him intently, searching

emptiness, accompanied by disgust and contempt.

not understand what truly matters to me?” Bernard retorted coldly,

course, she knew what Bernard cared about; she just couldn’t

someone for a long time, you always want some

was different from ordinary people; he had an obsession

with this kind of obsession to accept that

so angry simply because he found it

“I guess I just assumed that

you

liked me.

But…”

if I could have a boyfriend, and you said I could do whatever I wanted. If I have a boyfriend, it’s normal for him

expression faltered, his face

mustered the courage to touch his face, from his eyebrows to his cheeks,

long years. How could she bear to

love her, not even a little bit. Why couldn’t she

she stared at him, Bernard

“Don’t touch me!”

༴ འ

coldly,

him say again that she was impure still hurt her deeply.