A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1097

When she heard Bernard say he had a headache, Eleanor immediately started to worry, rushing over to massage his temples.

“Is your illness naring up again?” she asked

The thought of it made Eleanor quickly grab Bernard and head to the door.

“We need to get you checked out at the hospital,” she said.

Her worst fear was something happening to Bernard She wouldn’t be able to bear it if it did.

Bemard held onto Eleanor’s wrist tightly, pulling her back into his arms, then lifted her up and sat her on the table.

“The doctor has already checked me out. He said it’s just a headache from overworking my brain, not a relapse. You don’t need to worry about me,” he said.

Eleanor had heard this before. When Bernard was diagnosed with a brain tumor, he said the same thing. And look what happened then?

“If you really don’t want me to worry, then listen to me and let’s go to the hospital now,” Eleanor insisted

She knew that the Laurence Group’s hospital had a branch in B City. No matter what time it was, if Bernard went, there would be a doctor available to examine him. With this in mind, Eleanor didn’t care whether Bernard agreed or not. She hopped off the table and led him towards the changing room.

at ease until we get the

anxious figure, Bernard’s icy gaze was slowly replaced

you caring for me so much. I don’t want you to tire yourself

her up multiple times. How could he bear to have her running around

from the closet and put it back, then

get some sleep first. We can talk about getting checked

to protest, but was silenced with

held Eleanor tightly, kissing her all the way

her out, he would probably want to go

end, he

night, Bernard held Eleanor in his arms and

she would meet up with her

and only relaxed after the

Eleanor repeatedly ask the doctor for precautions, a small smile

helplessly. Bernard clearly wanted Eleanor’s attention but always played cool, how childish.

a wheelchair. From the night before, she had been constantly stirred up by Bernard and her legs were still weak.

Bernard’s relapse, she would probably stay in bed all day,

could barely keep her eyes open, Bernard gently lifted her onto his lap.