A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1499

From the moment Damian hit the terrible twos, Bernard found himself scheming like a cat burglar just to spend some alone time with Eleanor. His usual tactic was to lull the tyke to sleep and then whisk him away to dreamland. But like clockwork, it would take just one try before Damian would pop open his eyes and unleash his cries.

Craving the uninterrupted passion they once enjoyed, which often meant a good seven or eight rounds of unabashed romance, Bernard resorted to dropping the little brat off at Cedric’s place.

At first, Cedric didn’t mind playing the occasional babysitter. But after a while, he started to raise an eyebrow. Observing Bernard’s pattern, he realized Bernard’s libido was the reason behind these frequent visits. Damian was simply being offloaded for the sake of parental playtime.

Each time Bernard dropped off his son, Cedric found the perfect opportunity to rib him, though Bernard’s prepared. He’d plop Damian on the floor, spin on his heel, and exit without a backward glance.

However, this little boy found a way to deal with it.

Cedric would often recount how his two kids, couldn’t outwit or outfight Damian, who they dubbed ‘The Little Tyrant’. He drove them to tears daily with his mischief.

It was one thing for Damian to plague the sibling duo, but Cedric soon found himself on the receiving end of the toddler’s antics.

about?” Eleanor asked, ever

But the moment she stepped out, the boy became a terror, insisting that only Uncle Cedric should

in a whirlwind of childcare instead of his beloved tech research. His brain buzzed louder than a motherboard on overdrive. With no

her eyes, Damian was quiet but well-behaved, a sentiment Hailey shared. But Cedric insisted the boy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, barely able to lift his arms from exhaustion, he slumped in his chair, casting a look of betrayed exhaustion

of the table simply arched an eyebrow and laid a reassuring

Damian’s head.

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Chapter 1499

Bernard enrolled Damian in preschool with the twins. The siblings were so terrified at the prospect of sharing a class with “The Little Tyrant” that they cried to switch schools.

leave. After all, Damian, in his crisp little suit and tie, his dark hair neatly combed back, looked every bit the picture of innocence with his deep, enchanting eyes that

were convinced of his good nature and encouraged the twins

convince the adults, they huddled together under one blanket, peering out with wide eyes at Damian, who

grin as sweet as an angel and offered them a deal, “Call me ‘big bro’, and I’ll