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.

seatbelt, beholding her closed eyes, as if locked in an endless sleep,

to Mr. Ben. In that moment, he seemed to fathorn why Mr. Ben had succumbed to Sophie Ratliff’s charm Navigating the complex world of women was indeed a challenging feat.

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 at Bernard, “Sorry, but this is my turf. As

got the undercover Siren Organization’s members, disguised as bodyguards, on their feet.

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

gestured for them to stay calm, then he reached

said, “Let’s go see her, see what she has to say

understood, nodded, and placed her hand

Robin with Eleanor, he gave Robin a good

his chest, and this nearly ripped

before he could, the members following Bernard off the plane took turns bumping

bodyguards were unable to protect him as they swarmed him, aiming specifically for his injured

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

what 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