A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 21

Bernard’s already cold and distant countenance grew even colder, with a hint of frost in his eyes and furrowed brows.

Setting down his wine glass, he raised his icy gaze and directed it towards Cedric. “What are your thoughts?”

Cedric ventured to make a bold assumption. “I believe you might have some feelings for her, albeit small. Otherwise, why would you react so strongly and pour wine on her when Josef mentioned his involvement with her?”

Bernard snorted dismissively. “She got involved with Josef immediately after our breakup. I couldn’t accept it in the moment, so I wanted to teach her a lesson. Does that imply I have feelings for her?”

As he spoke, the chill in his eyes dissipated, leaving behind only cold indifference. It seemed as though he no longer cared about the person he had just taught a lesson to.

Observing this, Cedric let out a small sigh of relief.

He understood that Bernard had a fastidious nature and couldn’t tolerate his partner being casually involved with someone else. It was

a normal reaction.

Moreover, when Sophie returned to the country, Bernard immediately broke up with Eleanor. It shows that in his heart, Eleanor’s position as a substitute wasn’t important.

Cedric didn’t say anything else, just drank the wine in his glass, stood up, and said, “Well, I’m going back first.”

Bernard didn’t speak, but just nodded indifferently.

Cedric had been used to Bernard’s indifference since he was a child and didn’t mind. He just picked up his coat and left.

outside, and his assistant was holding an umbrella for him to get

for the traffic light to change, he spotted Eleanor standing in the heavy rain, clad only in a dress, desperately attempting to hail

and the rain–soaked fabric clung to her body. Her long hair was drenched and stuck to her face,

past her without stopping, unwilling to offer her a ride.

hesitation, he instructed his assistant to drive

rain with her hand and faintly perceived a man approaching her,

umbrella covered her head, she stood there in astonishment, slowly

like she had

raining heavily that day. She was standing outside a nightclub, begging passersby to buy

mocking her. None of them were willing to buy her.

a black coat, emanating an air of pride and indifference,

the pouring rain, blocking the onslaught

effort, she crawled towards him in the dim light, clutching onto his pant legs, sobbing and pleading for him to buy

man looked down at her, devoid of disdain or mockery in his eyes, and

in affirmation.

towards her.

placed her hand in his broad palm, it felt as

car, and I’ll take you

backseat door, and his gentle voice mixed with rainwater

finally came to her senses, noticing that the man in front of

up with Bernard, so in theory, she shouldn’t

couldn’t get a taxi, and nearby stores that could serve as shelters