A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 129

7 don’t quite know how you feel about Ms. Shultz…”

With concern about her potential analytical mistake, Liana summoned the courage to ask.

If Bernard doesn’t care about Eleanor, then Liana’s keeping the lie about her illness is understandable. But if Bernard genuinely cares about Eleanor, then he will likely blame Liana when he discovers the truth. Liana hoped to get a clear answer from Bernard, so it could help her decide whether to tell him the truth. While Liana was racking her brain, Bernard put down his phone and raised his glass for a sip of wine. His demeanor suggested to Liana that he might not care about Eleanor as much as she thought.

“To me, she’s just someone to satisfy my physical needs.”

Bernard’s answer hinted to Liana that his concern went no further than that.

So, Liana finally understood how Bernard thought of Eleanor.

She’d assumed, because of how he rushed to take Eleanor to the hospital and then brought her back home for care, that he liked her to some extent.

Turns out it was just a matter of meeting his physical need.

That’s probably why he hadn’t switched a sex partner in five years, she thought.

Eleanor was the woman by Bernard’s side; she just hadn’t met

believed that Bernard’s reluctance to change partners in all this time was because

her–men and women could view relationships differently. Some guys might care more about fulfilling their physical needs, rather

seemed especially emphasized in Bernard, a man with severe obsessions. Once he found a woman who he could accept,

the conversation outside

slapped her in the face as she became acutely aware of

more absurd was that she had even been moved by his occasional kind gestures in the past. She

she had kept her emotions for him in check

for him. That way, when he eventually discarded her, she wouldn’t be utterly pathetic. Eleanor raised her right hand and adjusted the drip speed on the IV bag, believing that a faster pace might heal her more

working until

up at Bryson and said, “Give it

Laurence wanted to serve Eleanor

the tray over, cautioning, “Mr. Laurence, be

carried the

quickly closed her

that her eyelids were slightly quivering. He knew she was faking sleep. His usually cold