A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 884

Eleanor heard it from Liana that Bemard had been tortured by Donna since he was a kid, everything he cared about, including people, was crushed by Donna

When she first touched Bernard, she felt the tiny scars on his back

She thought those scars were from fights he got into on the streets, but it turned out they were from his mother beating hirm with a belt.

She couldn’t imagine what kind of environment Bemard grew up in; all she knew was that hearing about his past made her heart ache

According to Llana, Bernard was struggling to survive. For him, just being alive was enough, he didn’t care about anything else.

Now, Eleanor understood Bernard’s indifference. If she were in his shoes with a mother like that, she might be even more cold.

Even though Bemard should hate Donna, he decided to visit her after talking to Blake Why?

Bernard wouldn’t say, and Eleanor didn’t press. She took the coat the servant handed her, helped him put it on, and tenderly tied his tie.

At the mansion, Eleanor would help him put on his coat and tie before he left, like a wife.

Bernard would fantasize about how nice it would be if she were his wife, but he always held back his urge to

and he was afraid that if Donna found out, he

made her his wife. Everything she did was so beautiful

“Alright then.”

adjusting the collar of his shirt, Eleanor looked up and smiled at him, saying. “Off you go, I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

but after she went to the company yesterday and Blake hurt her, leaving her alone at home,

bloody past, Eleanor’s safety was

him, she didn’t refuse. She nodded and put her hand

followed Bernard to the prison.

wait in the car but took her

she saw Donna for the first time, Eleanor

Donna face–to–face, she had only seen her in the news.

of the Stanley family, was now sitting in a wheelchair, holding a book.

sunlight filtering through the trees and

a mask, nor was it hidden in any way; her entire face had been burned and was

even in the sunlight,

of being watched, Donna’s gaze moved

Bernard standing outside the door with his hands in