A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 407

Teresa strutted into the horse field. Eleanor’s hand was balled into a tight fist

She watched as Teresa hopped onto a horse, quickly catching up to Bernard as if they were old friends.

Bernard slowed his horse, tuming as Teresa directed him to look towards Eleanor, who was sitting in the rest area.

Teresa and Bemard looked well–matched on their horses, while Eleanor, who couldn’t ride, was stuck watching from a distance.

Despair washed over Eleanor. Coming from a lower–class background, learning these high–society skills was always going to be an uphill battle.

Despite having just snapped back at Teresa, Eleanor was still feeling a pang of inferiority deep down. So, she averted her gaze and started heading towards the changing room.

Teresa said to Bernard, “Bernard, Ms. Shultz is acting high and mighty just because you’re on her back. Don’t you think you should do something about it?”

Bemard glanced at Eleanor and, from his saddle, he pulled a thin whip, and with a swift motion, he lashed it at the rear of Teresa’s horse

The horse reared up with a painful whinny and bolted around the track like a bat out of hell.

the reins and avoid getting thrown off, but she ended up half hanging off the side of the horse, struggling to

view, she saw Bernard, sitting on his white horse with his shades on, watching her coldly. Her

so gentle with Eleanor, but so icy towards her? If her riding skills weren’t decent, that whip could have

around, and bolted towards the

suddenly angry, turned their backs

Bernard

always been chummy with Teresa.”

this, Leo reigned his horse back and slipped away, trying to act like he didn’t know anything.

room when she saw Bernard heading her wiry.

asked Eleanor, “are you tired, Ellie?”

nodded slightly but before she could answer, Bernard said, “Wait

turned and disappeared into the changing room. As he did so, the rest of the guys also

Bernard said goodbye to his friends and led Eleanor towards the

a woman wearing a white feathered mask

someone who had just come from a masquerade

caught Eleanor’s attention wasn’t the mask, but the face

Teresa were the epitome of beauty, but this worian was even more stunning.

tall and curvaceous, an aura about her seemed to