A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 169

She coughed up pink foam, all of it going into the water, turning the toilet water red.

The bodyguard was startled, thinking she was coughing blood, so he quickly picked her up.

Suddenly breathing in some air, Eleanor began to recover, but she was still coughing non–stop.

What she coughed up was still pink foam, a symptom of late–stage heart failure.

Joelle didn’t know that, thinking she had hurt her stomach from drowning. Her anger subsiding a bit, she stared at Eleanor through the- gritted teeth, “It serves you right for choking to death! It’s what you get for what you’ve done!”

After saying this harshly, Joelle signaled the bodyguard with a look, and he immediately let go of Eleanor.

“I’ll let you off this time, but if you ever dare to resist again, don’t think you’ll leave alive!”

After saying this vicious threat, Joelle turned and left, hand in hand with Sophie.

Little did she know that she hadn’t taken two steps before she felt a moist hand on her neck from behind.

Before Joelle could even look back, she heard Eleanor’s weak yet gritted voice through the pain, “Ms. Valona, don’t you want to give toilet water a try before you leave?”

Joelle’s body shuddered, the thought “Could this be what her revenge was going to be about?” flashing in her mind she was forced face down into the toilet.

Eleanor used all her strength to push Joelle’s head into the toilet, holding her by the neck with her hands, she wasn’t going to let go.

was scolded, “If you don’t want

was holding onto Joelle’s lifeline. If they dared to come closer, she would

weak, to be so

to act recklessly, Sophie quietly walked behind Eleanor and when she thought

made Eleanor

air. Unable to maintain control

Eleanor accidentally

Sophie appeared on the verge of falling to the ground, a

the details, Eleanor noticed the man’s sharp, angular face exuding a melancholic aura.

a presence that was both somber and captivating,

her waist, his gaze descending coldly upon Eleanor. “Who do you think you are to lay a hand on my fiancée like that?” His words echoed with a chilling tone, causing Eleanor’s racing heart to suddenly

there, drenched in sweat, her cheeks swollen, and her hair disheveled, in no better state than Joelle. Yet, Joelle’s hurtful words pierced her even deeper.

her trembling arm and lowered her head, looking at her toes and waiting for the judgment of those holding power and despising life.

did you get

her waist, was

could he suddenly find himself

be passing by when I noticed your bodyguards dragging someone

“I see.”

Sophie’s doubts. She immediately changed her stern expression and snuggled

even pushed Joelle’s head into the toilet just now. None of us could stop her. Teach her a lesson

didn’t answer, only gently patted her hand

had a place in his heart so, she boldly leaned her body

closer to him.