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.

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

mustered the courage to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been

Bernard, she had never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could it be that he had some level of affection for her, even if it was minimal?

glimmer of hope in her heart, she stared at him intently, searching for

she encountered was emptiness, accompanied by

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

she knew what Bernard cared about; she just couldn’t accept it.

time, you always want some return,

people; he had

to accept that something they used to touch had been touched by

angry simply because he

forced a self–mocking smile, “I guess I just

you

liked me.

But…”

and continued with a smile, “I asked you before 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 to have sex with me, isn’t it? You’re not going to forbid

his

touch his face, from his eyebrows to his cheeks, gently

had loved for five long years. How could she bear to hurt him?

a little

at him, Bernard suddenly

“Don’t touch me!”

༄ ༅ ༴ འ ་

said coldly,

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