A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1365

Eleanor hugged her arms tightly and rested them on her knees, gazing at the night scene outside the window.

Under the street light, a tall and imposing figure was faintly reflected.

Eleanor thought the old man had left long ago, but surprisingly, he was standing in the garden, watching her.

Through his deeper and heavier silhouette, she could tell that Yates was reminiscing about Pauline through her.

After staring at Yates for a while, she put on a thick coat, changed into her shoes, and went-to the garden.

Yates seemed surprised when he saw her. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Without saying a word, Eleanor walked towards him and took a few steps forward, implying that she agreed to a leisurely walk to digest.

Being a clever man, Yates quickly followed her pace, “Your grandmother seemed tough on the surface, but she was actually very soft on the inside, just like you.”

Eleanor just didn’t want to wallow in her sorrow. Seeing Yates, she decided to confront him, “I am not Pauline.”

Yates nodded, “I know you’re not her, but blood ties are something that seep into your bones and bloodstream. You are undoubtedly like your grandmother.”

at the old man walking next to her: “I’m curious, why did you fall for Pauline, and why did you take her from her lover? Can you tell me about the

but he didn’t hide anything: “That year, I was sixteen. At my birthday party, she came with her friends

was really not good. I told

at petite Eleanor, “At that time, I was the designated heir of the Sharp family. Everyone was flattering me, but she was

found the girl interesting, not enough to be completely in love. But it was when he

saved him.

that time, Pauline had a

with that man. Yates was so angry that he took Pauline away, locked her in

Yates was coveting Pauline, and repeatedly provoked him and tried to stimulate him, leading him

to him, her first kiss was his, her first

they were, Yates didn’t say. He only told Eleanor that the only man Pauline ever loved was

talking about his own stories, he began to ask Eleanor,

any emotion, “Haven’t you investigated my past?”

“I have, but I only know

discuss further, “I just got

a sense of loneliness, which darkened Yates’ eyes, “Eleanor, I know you’ve had a hard life, I…” He paused, under the street light, his