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.”

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

Yates understood this, but he didn’t hide anything: “That year, I was sixteen. At my

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

Sharp family. Everyone was flattering me, but she was the only one

in love. But it was when he fell into

saved him.

got close to her as a way of repaying her kindness. However, at that time,

that he took Pauline away, locked her in a room, and did some bold things that

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

Pauline belonged to him, her first

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

his own stories, he began to ask Eleanor, “What about you? How did you get through your childhood?”

responded without any emotion, “Haven’t

only know the general situation, not the specifics.”

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

a hard life, I…” He paused, under the street light, his reddened eyes gently gazed into Eleanor’s