A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 907

Right on cue at 8, Bernard and Eleanor made their appearance at the airport, and after rendezvousing with Robin and Elbert, they each ascended into their respective private Jets, setting their course for G country

Caleb, the maestro of meticulousness, had deduced the clock would stake 6 in the evening when he slipped a potion into the soup he’d crafted for Katharine, serving it with his own hands

Observing Katharine devour the soup, and then scurry to adorn herself in makeup, sprucing up to meet his parents, Caleb’s brow furrowed Was she genuinely developing feelings for him?

However, she pummeled him frequently, erupted at the most trifling matters, and appeared to covet his physique, not his soul. How then, could she be nurturing affection for

him?

Just as the fog of unconsciousness claimed Katharine, she reached out to Caleb, “What, what did you mix into my soup? Why would you…”

Her words faded into oblivion as she surrendered to the induced slumber Caleb caught her limp farm, scooped her up and settled her into the car.

closed eyes, as if locked in an

Mr. Ben. In that moment, he seemed to fathorn why Mr. Ben had succumbed to Sophie Ratliff’s charm Navigating the

itself, Caleb wasn’t Mr. Ben, he wouldn’t repeat Mr. Ben’s mistakes, nor would he betray Mr. Law, so Caleb quickly cut off the strange emotions welling up inside him, withdrew his gaze from Katharine, started the car emotionlessly and drove towards their destination. Bernard’s private jet was scheduled to land at 8 in the evening. Before he even got off the plane, Robin was waiting with a bunch of bodyguards to take him to the hospital. Robin stood in the cabin with his hands in his pockets, looking down

Siren Organization’s members, disguised

tolerate anyone disrespecting Bernard, they were ready to teach Robin a lesson, but Bernard

for them to stay calm, then

see her, see what she has to

and placed

he gave Robin a good shove in

stitches in his chest, and this nearly ripped them open.

to lash out at Bernard, but before he could, the members following Bernard off the plane took turns

him as they

held up Robin, “Mr. Spencer, next time let’s not provoke him directly, let’s attack when he least

they had done to him now. If the cops hadn’t stepped in when they did, Scott would have beaten his brains out. Robin, armed with his covert strategy, spearheaded the formation, a phalanx of cars ensnaring Bernard’s convoy, trailing them from the airport to the hospital