A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1386

Beneath Bernard’s furrowed brows lay a pair of striking eyes, akin to peach blossoms in full bloom-subtle yet profound, like a star-studded night sky, complex and unreadable.

Eleanor found herself transfixed by those eyes, searching for something within them, only to realize that the stars were too distant, too elusive.

A wave of suffocation coursed through her heart, in a painfully disconcerting manner. It was as if after her heart transplant, it had become intolerant to distress. Consequently, a duli pain took inception whenever sorrow was in the offing.

But having weathered life’s tempestuous seas, she seemed more rational than before.

Like now, she managed to suppress the pain, remaining composed as she gazed at Bernard.

“Why can you come and go freely from Area Opaca, yet choose not to return home? Why haven’t you contacted me?”

Her voice was devoid of accusation, merely calm, seeking an answer.

Bernard, who had been looking down, finally lifted his eyes after a few seconds of silence.

“I don’t want to go back home, and… I don’t want to contact you.”

breathe. Such simple words, strung together, could be so cruel. She stared at

Bernard’s lips, his eyes curving with the

shallow mirth, he concealed the sadness in his gaze and spoke

like a hammer to her chest, painfully poignant. Eleanor bore the pain, peering into the eyes brimming

used Sophie to hurt me three times. Once when our agreement ended, once to force

I don’t believe it. If you could fall for Sophie, you would’ve done so long ago, without a thought for me.”

saying her piece, Eleanor reached out to grasp Bernard’s hand, clenched

felt its

would have grasped her hand in return, fingers interlocking.

tremor, then nothing

thanks to Sophie and her father. After I left Area Opaca last time, Sophie’s father pushed me into the sea. They’ve been cruel, devoid of any

such pain, Eleanor had lashed out at Bernard, even considering, regardless of his reasons, to cut him

been filled with thoughts of Bernard. She loved him, and despite her anger, she

relieved that this time Bernard hadn’t brought Sophie along to act out a scene but merely used her name to hurt Eleanor. Otherwise, she might have lost all reason and stormed off again.

his hand over, clasping Eleanor’s, covering her smaller

even as the countdown in his mind accelerated. Even so, he held onto her hand,