Chapter 394

Eleanor slept like a log, and when she woke up, she felt as if she had been run over by a truck, too sore and weak to move

She lay in Bernard’s arms, looking at his robust chest and perfectly sculpted abs, and let out a deep tigh

“Bernard, what are you up to now.

The man paused his movements, seeing that she had weken up, and gently stroked her hair and cheek.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not hungry!”

Eleanor thought he wanted to continue, so she quickly pushed him away and tried to roll out of bed.

But before she could even get to the edge of the bed, he pulled her back

She landed back on the soft mattress, pleading with Bernard

“No more spare me

hint of amusement appeared in Bernard’s

do you want to

realized that his hungry’ didn’t mean what she

to act nonchalant and

you.” After being run over by a truck again, the man carried her

all kinds of dishes, with servants standing

down in the main seat, scooped a spoonful of boletus mushroom soup, and

soup first

glance at the

mouth and drank

up the knife and fork, circled Eleanor’s waist, and

herself, but he held her tight and

had no choice but to sit on

with leisurely movements, looking incredibly

twilight sunset light, filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattered on him, as if draping him with

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