A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1237

Surrounded by a bunch of burly bodyguards clad in black, Sophie Ratliff paused in her tracks, as if she just happened to be strolling by the dock. She glanced towards the direction of the ship, then turned her gaze towards Bernard’s car.

Through the thick car window, Bernard saw her face, a distinct cross-shaped scar glowing red under the harsh sunlight. Sophie made no attempt to hide it, nor shy away from it. Instead, she even held her head up high, letting him have a clear look at it. A silent reminder that he was the one who left that scar on her face.

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Sophie was here, in broad daylight, with Mr. Ben and Cameron Ratliff, to tell Bernard one thing she’ll have her revenge for that scar one way or another!

A dark shadow flickered in Bernard’s eyes. Before he could react, Sophie turned and began to head towards the ship.

Bernard was a man of mystery, never publicly acknowledging Eleanor as his wife. In public, particularly when the media was around, they would always keep their distance. Eleanor was already on board the ship.

Seeing Sophie boarding the ship with her entourage, Bernard realized her target was Eleanor. Immediately, he got out of his car to follow, but Sophie changed her course…

As Bernard halted in his tracks, Sophie turned around, giving him a sly grin. It was clear – her real target today wasn’t Eleanor. She was here to test him.

A glint of murderous intent flashed across Bernard’s icy gaze. Without a second thought, he motioned his bodyguards to follow Sophie.

to deal with his own stuff and passed her

Eleanor recognized Sophie the moment she turned around. The distance was too far for her to see the scar on

acquired by the Laurence Group, Sophie and Cameron had

and seeing them shouldn’t matter. But knowing that Sophie’s father was

really confused her was why Bernard was

any

on the deck, his pale face gradually regained its color, and he called out,

to look

direction Bernard had disappeared to, swallowed her worries and walked towards Garett, “Garett, how’s your leg?”

now, so the nerves are

her that Garett would recover. Hearing it from Garett himself now eased the pressure in Eleanor’s

nodded, and then they ran out of things to say. Their relationship had evolved from being interdependent to being strangers. After all the ups and downs, all

memories, were now only Garett’s. The woman in front of him, in her heart and eyes, was completely taken by

his knees, slowly clenched into fists. He smiled at Eleanor, “Eleanor, I’m going to deliver

from him. There was no need for them to keep such a deliberate distance. But with Bernard on her mind, she didn’t have the

felt his heart taking another step towards the abyss of darkness. But he didn’t voice his feelings. He gave the distracted Eleanor one last glance, then