A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1445

if Zephyr had never shown up, Katharine might have managed to suppress her longing for another year. But he did appear, like a raindrop falling into still waters, sending ripples across the surface and stirring a tempest in the calm.

Everyone tried to convince her that he was not Caleb. Caleb didn’t have a mole in his eyes, he despised vegetables, shunned casual wear, and had no interest in scripture. Zephyr was not Caleb, their preferences were entirely different.

Yet Katharine was adamant that he was Caleb, just Caleb with no memory of her. She believed that Caleb had returned in another form to see her, and she clung to Zephyr, pulling the would-be ascetic from his spiritual pedestal.

The day Zephyr stepped down from his sanctuary and approached Katharine, she was still kneeling on her meditation cushion, thanking the heavens for returning Caleb to her. But before she could finish her prayers, her chin was lifted by a slender finger, tilting her face upward.

Looking into Zephyr’s eyes, she could see that mole, yet she chose to ignore it. Her heart, full of unresolved tenderness, focused solely on the face that resembled Caleb’s so closely.

She heard Zephyr ask her, “You’ve stirred my heart, yet you constantly yearn for another. I refuse to be a mere stand-in. If there’s a place for me in your heart, I’ll stay. If not, I’ll leave.”

my fiancé, the father of my late child. How could you ever be a stand-in?”

her words. After a silent departure that lasted some time, Katharine, in her desperation, couldn’t find him and turned to Robin for

lose her mind, and he knew that Zephyr indeed wasn’t Caleb. Why ruin the life Zephyr was meant to lead? Yet Zephyr’s presence had given Katharine the will to live, and in his

learning he was from a prominent Southeast Asian family. He even exhumed Caleb’s grave for a

to switch a living baby with a stillborn on the night

Caleb not been found by Xavier

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he might’ve perished in the grueling training that followed. His seemingly bright but troubled life was sustained by the charity of others, which is why Caleb dedicated his wandering life

a temple, watering petals beneath the Buddha with a grace that mirrored Caleb’s, save for one thing-Caleb’s hands had been stained with blood, while Zephyr’s were untouched by

Zephyr, kind-hearted as he was, cried knowing his brother’s lonely fate and tragic end, but he