A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 680

tallic smell and almost buckled at the knees, but she steeled herself, pushed past the

Even though the door was only slightly opened the strong smell of blood still permeated out. Eleanor got one doctor and quickly entered

Aidyn and Caleb were cleaning up the blood on the floor and when they saw Eleanor barging in the two stopped in fright “M: Shultz?”

She didn’t leave?

Eleanors bright eyes moved past the blood on the floor and focused on the man lying in bed, airenity deep sleep

His strong sturdy back had been cleaned treated with medicine, but left unwapped, and the dense knife wounds could be seen at a glance. The sheets underneath him, perhaps not yet changed, were soaked in blood dripping onto the floor

Seeing the usually cold aloot, and untouchable man now weak ke a child, Eleanor panicked.

She staggered to the bedside, squatted down, and reached out a shaking hand wanting to much those wounds but fearing she might cause him pain

After some tentative a strokes, she placed her hand on his perfectly sculpted arm, ever so lightly touching him

Feeling the touch. Bernard woke up and instinctively grabbed her hand, even though he was still half asleep

“Bernard it’s me”

His eyes were foggy, but his ears were sharp. Hearing her voice, he immediately let go

His gaze was as cold as a hawks but softened considerably when he focused on her

“You didn’t leave?”

saw his eyes open, and

when you’re

tear–streaked face

hadnt wanted to worry her, which was why he hadn’t told her Yet shed still

man bore the pain, reached out and gently caressed

“Hey don’t cry”

him, yet he was the one comforting her. This only

what he’d gone through, but she could imagine the pain he was

that she dared not even touch him, afraid

“Is it painful

voice was nasal, making Bernard’s heart ache–not from his wounds,

painkillers. It doesn’t hurt anymore, don’t

when he was on his way back to Laurence Manor. The doctor had treated his wounds, and

grown up getting injured and enduring pain, how

indifferent

“You’re such an idiot, risking your life for me over and over

loved her, loved her enough to risk his life for her. And it was indeed true

the was terrified he might one day truly give up his life for her.

Bernard was at a loss. All he

do with you. There was

him with tear–filled

hurt

he hurt me?”

man scoffed recalling something unpleasant, his eyes suddenly cold

had hurt him, but Bernard didn’t tell her, wanting to protect her

want to talk and Eleanor didn’t want to push, but the horrifying knife wounds still