A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1165

She didn’t pick up Eleanor’s video call, just silenced it. Suddenly, everything went eerily quiet, like the world had stopped spinning, so silent she could only hear the birds outside.

She felt the blood inside her slowly draining away, as if experiencing the pain of Tyler bleeding to death. A small smile appeared on her face.

So, waiting for all the blood to drain out was such agony

She didn’t struggle but relaxed, leaning against the floor–to–ceiling window, her clear eyes slowly moving to the sea outside.

This was the spot from which Tyler had seen her never look back. That’s why he didn’t even finish his last words, thinking that she wouldn’t return and no one would collect his body

Liana’s clear eyes gradually blurred with tears, also revealing a touch of relief. At that moment, a lifetime of memories flashed through her mind.

She thought the most would be about Karan, but it was all Tyler, things she’d overlooked before.

Like little Tyler following behind her, with his small hands protecting her from falling.

Or after little Tyler made her cry, he would ask the old butler for apple pie and sneak it onto her table.

And grown–up Tyler would come into her room after she fell asleep, steal a kiss when she wasn’t paying attention.

book, lower his head, and sneak

only realized at this moment that her first kiss had been stolen by Tyler, not

a smile so bright it

in a black suit, walking towards her against the sky full of light.

stopped in front of her, knelt on one knee, and then gently touched her

pork chop you made. It was

our next life, I’ll make

lowered his gaze, seemingly uncertain about whether they would meet in the next life.

respond immediately, but instead offered a faint smile. “You’ve been with me for 29 days. That’s

So in the next life, they shouldn’t meet again.

out to grasp Tyler’s hand. But all she caught was air.

fall in disappointment. Tyler,” she murmured, “if I say

those lost souls who committed suicide and those punished in hell were not

death, she would say, “Tyler, I’m sorry, I love you too. If she could…

gradually stiffened, the rapid loss of blood made her eyes lose their vitality…

the darkness, Liana saw herself at eighteen, holding a love letter, blushing and

I like you. Will you be with

annoyed at the love letter in her

still confessing your feelings with such an old–fashioned method.”

Liana’s face turned even redder, her ears