A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1164

In the end, she just didn’t have the guts to go in, so she just hung around in the living room downstairs, not doing much, just keeping Tyler company. She parked herself on the couch, watching TV, and when it was time to eat, she got up to cook.

While she was cooking. Tyler was standing there, arms folded, quietly watching her bustle about. Only when she had finished and served the food on the table did he sit down.

At this point, Liana would fork up a piece of garlic pork chop and put it on Tyler’s plate, “Give it a try, is it good?”

Tyler would arch an eyebrow, parting his lips as a signal to Liana, “Feed me.”

With a resigned chuckle, Liana would spear another piece of garlic pork chop and guide it to his mouth. Observing him methodically chew and swallow, her forced smile blossomed into one of genuine affection.

Even when a morsel of garlic pork chop tumbled from her fork to the floor unnoticed, she continued to feed Tyler, as if each mouthful could fill a void

within her.

As the evening unfurled, Liana would clasp Tyler’s hand, leading him to the garden beyond the villa. Despite its overrun state, in Liana’s eyes, it was still a

garden.

they would meander from the garden to the beach, then settle down on the plush lawn, gaze cast towards the celestial tapestry above. They would

would go back to the master bedroom, take a shower, wrap her arms around Tyler’s waist, and then snuggle into his arms and close her eyes to sleep. Even though it was just a pillow, she could feel the

she spent 29 days

open the door

see Tyler sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window, there was nothing in that spot, just some remaining blood

one cared about Tyler, he was already dead. After his body was removed, no

the room, and a hint of decay. This hint seemed to be luring Liana towards death, as if

window, and then slowly sat down.

atone for her sins. So, in whatever way he died, that’s how she should leave this world. No one can escape

conscience.

that Tyler’s death was not suicide, but murder by her.

the message, she lifted the gun in her hand, aimed it without hesitation at her own heart, and pulled the trigger

punctual as always. As it had been for the past 29 days,

the bullet piercing her heart before lodging itself into the expansive window behind her. Whether the bullet shattered the glass and shot out, Liana couldn’t ascertain.