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.”

together, could be so cruel. She stared at Bernard, at the face she had longed for, and spoke softly, “Is it because of Sophie Ratliff?”

smile played on Bernard’s lips, his eyes curving

he concealed the sadness in his gaze and spoke lightly,

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

times. Once when our agreement ended, once to

or contact me, I don’t believe it. If you could fall

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

she touched it, she felt its icy chill, colder than

grasped her hand in return, fingers interlocking.

slight tremor, then nothing more-a coldness that was strange to

stifling her sadness, lifted her other hand, enveloping his 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,

last time, built upon such pain, Eleanor had lashed out at Bernard, even

of Bernard. She loved him, and despite her anger, she was

to act out a scene but merely used her name to hurt Eleanor. Otherwise, she might have lost all reason and

hand over, clasping

accelerated. Even so, he held onto her hand, unyielding, gazing