Chapter 1427

Cradled in his arms, Eleanor’s whole body trembled, yet as she caught the familiar, icy scent of him, her shaking subsided.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet the chiseled jawline of the man looking down at her with his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

In each other’s gaze, they saw a reflection of their own faces – one pale, the other resolute neither willing to look away.

“Eleanor, let’s go home.” Ignoring the gunshot wound in his shoulder, Bernard scooped up Eleanor in a bridal carry.

The effort caused blood to trickle from his wound onto Eleanor’s cheek, a startling crimson smear.

“Put me down!” Eleanor commanded.

He was injured and still carrying her was he out of his mind? Eleanor, worried he was in pain, struggled to be released, but Bernard leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Easy, don’t move.”

That familiar term of endearment, “easy,” once again brought tears to Eleanor’s eyes.

“It’ll hurt if you exert yourself.”

His lips were white from strain, yet he smiled faintly. “As long as you don’t squirm, it won’t hurt,” he said.

Moved by Bernard’s stubbornness, Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck for a fleeting moment.

She buried her face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat, her tears flowing uncontrollably.

you’re such a

willing to do anything. Even if it

so pure that Eleanor

treated him as well, yet this fool

lifted her tear-filled eyes, looking at him

to see you like this,

which only deepened the smile on

no shame in a wife’s concern.

held the woman in his

eyes, looking at the bewildered Eleanor, and smiled

need your

Not letting go.

Never letting go.

protested, “There’s a baby on the way,

with an extra one, your

exchange faded into the distance as they left.

room, watching their retreating figures without trying to

quietly, as if through them he saw himself and Pauline

heartbroken to see him wounded. She

the seeds of his own making were discovered by Pauline, who then

fallen in love with him and found it unbearably hard to leave.

tears at the memory

figures before him blurred, he spoke in a low, regretful tone.

puppet you locked away, I’ll take care of it. Area Opaca will

and Eleanor heard him but offered no

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