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.”

you fall for Pauline, and why did you take her from her lover? Can you tell me about

“That year, I was sixteen. At my birthday party, she came with her friends and played

of this, Yates genuinely smiled, “To be honest, your grandmother’s piano playing was really not good.

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

it was when he fell into the swimming pool, and

saved him.

a way of repaying her kindness. However, at that time, Pauline

was so angry that he took Pauline away, locked her in a room, and

two stopped interacting because of this. It was Pauline’s first love, who realized Yates was coveting Pauline, and repeatedly

regret in his tone. He felt that Pauline belonged to him, her first

used were not very honorable. As for how dishonorable they were, Yates didn’t say. He only told Eleanor that the only

his own stories, he began to ask Eleanor, “What about you?

without any emotion, “Haven’t you investigated my past?”

only know the general situation,

to discuss further, “I just got through it. There’s nothing much to say.”

of loneliness, which darkened Yates’ eyes, “Eleanor, I know you’ve had a hard life, I…” He paused,