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.”

strung together, could be so cruel. She stared at Bernard, at the face she had longed for, and spoke

Bernard’s lips, his eyes curving with

shallow mirth, he concealed the sadness in his gaze

felt like a hammer to her chest, painfully poignant. Eleanor bore the pain,

times. Once when our agreement ended, once to force a divorce from me, and

If you could fall for Sophie, you would’ve

reached out to grasp Bernard’s hand, clenched at his

its icy chill,

grasped her

time, only a slight tremor, then nothing more-a coldness that was strange to her.

with all the strength she could muster, “Bernard, my mother, my sister, and the hardships we faced in my childhood-all 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 familial warmth; I despise them. So, please… don’t use Sophie to hurt me again. It feels like you’re conspiring with them to hurt me, and it hurts

out at Bernard, even considering, regardless of his reasons, to cut

of Bernard.

a scene but merely used her name to hurt Eleanor. Otherwise,

Bernard turned his hand over, clasping Eleanor’s, covering

a man clutching at a lifeline, unwilling to let go even as the countdown in his mind accelerated. Even so, he held onto her hand, unyielding, gazing into her kind, loving eyes, “I won’t use Sophie to upset