A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1003

The sight had the two people outside the door gobsmacked.

Robin noticed and glanced up to find them staring at his lower half, causing him to look down unconsciously.

At this moment, Nathan was in a battle with his zipper.

"Mr. Spencer, next time just wear your hospital gown. This zipper is stuck. It's not convenient for you, nor me..."

Upon hearing these words, Eleanor and Sigrid exchanged a look.

So, it turned out that Robin had never been in love or married because he had a special preference for Nathan...

The unusual expressions in their eyes made Robin feel uneasy. "What's with those faces?"

Sigrid just laughed without a word, grabbed Eleanor and turned around to leave. "Sorry to interrupt, you guys carry on, carry on..."

"Hold on!"

Robin kicked Nathan away and rushed to catch up, blocking the two like a wall.

He raised his hand, pointing at his plastered right hand and then at his unzipped pants.

"I hurt my hand and my pants are broken. I had to ask Nathan for help. We're not in any other relationship!"

Eleanor and Sigrid exchanged another glance.

"Got it, we totally got it."

"What do you mean, got it?!" Robin was getting impatient. "I've told you, I asked Nathan for help because I was injured and inconvenient."

Eleanor nodded like a pecking chicken, "Well, let him help you first. We'll come back later."

"No way!"

"Come in."

He sat on the sofa, nodding to the two of them. Eleanor didn't mind and led Sigrid to him.

"Mr. Spencer, we came to talk about Cedric."

As Eleanor spoke, she took a step closer to Robin, and a gentle breeze from the window lifted her waist-length curly hair, caressing his face. This unexpected touch seemed to stir something within him, causing him to instinctively lean back.

"Keep your distance!" Robin blurted out, taken aback by the sudden proximity.

Eleanor was surprised by his reaction. She didn't think she was that close to him, but she respected his personal space and immediately stepped back further.

However, even with the increased distance, Robin still felt annoyed. Those few strands of hair that brushed his cheek seemed to be constantly irritating his heart, which bothered him greatly. He wondered if he could really confront her about such a trivial matter.

After all, how could he complain about her unintentional action of brushing her hair against his face?