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.

the plush lawn, gaze cast towards the celestial tapestry above. They would while away the hours under the starlit sky, engaged in quiet conversation.

around Tyler’s waist, and then snuggle into his arms and close her eyes to sleep. Even though

so, she spent 29

Liana pushed open the door to the

the floor–to–ceiling window, there was nothing in that spot,

was removed, no one came

a heavy smell of blood in the room, and a hint of decay. This hint seemed to be luring Liana towards death, as if only through death could she find

held the gun, walked step by step to the floor–to–ceiling window, and then slowly sat down. The

whatever way he died, that’s how she should leave this world. No one can

conscience.

she pulled the trigger, she sent a message to the local police, explaining that Tyler’s death was not suicide, but murder by her. This was her late confession

she lifted the gun in her hand, aimed it

video call pinged, punctual as always. As it had been for the past 29 days, if left unanswered, she

surge of blood erupted from Liana’s chest. She could distinctly feel the bullet piercing her heart before lodging itself into the expansive window behind her. Whether the bullet shattered the