A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1098

"I can't sing."

How could the usually quiet and reserved guy possibly sing?

Eleanor opened her groggy eyes and gave him a sidelong glance.

"I thought you could do anything..."

That line sounded familiar to Bernard, but he couldn't place where he heard it.

He didn't dwell on it, instead pulling out his phone to quickly download a music app.

After it was installed, he cradled Eleanor in one arm and scrolled through the recommended playlists with the other.

"What song do you want to hear?"

"As long as you're singing it, I'm all ears."

Bernard was silent for a few seconds before randomly picking an English song.

Luckily, he had a photographic memory and only needed to listen once to remember the melody.

Uncertain, he lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms before he started singing.

"You sure about this?"

Eleanor nodded, indicating that she was willing to watch him try.

Bernard scowled, reluctantly and indulgently beginning to sing.

About five seconds into his performance, Aidyn in the front seat suddenly put up the partition.

"Mr. Laurence, I didn't expect your singing skills to be worse than mine."

The drowsy Eleanor, hearing this, collapsed onto his shoulder, unable to suppress her laughter.

Seeing Eleanor's smile, Bernard didn't take issue with Aidyn's comment, just looking at the partition and saying, "You give it a shot."

Aidyn, not sure if it was because Mr. Laurence was in a better mood or for some other reason, started singing despite his usual seriousness.

Eleanor, hearing his raspy voice, burst out laughing again. Even the stoic Bernard cracked a smile.

Eleanor understood this, so she wanted to alleviate Garett's loneliness by being with him and helping him out of this bind. Sigrid was right. This is just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Garett still needs to let go of the past from the bottom of his heart.

"So, what should we do?"

Sigrid propped up her chin, thinking quietly for a moment before looking at Eleanor.

"Distract him."

"What do you mean?"

"He's currently treating a leg injury. We can get him to focus all his attention on recovery, this way he won't have time to dwell on past pain, and life won't be as hard."

"But treating a leg injury requires surgery, which is risky and requires a lot of time for recovery. Won't this pain exacerbate his psychological disorder?"

Hailey, sitting nearby, asked worriedly.

Sigrid thought for a moment, then took out a physical therapist certification from her bag and placed it on the glass table.

"I like to get certified in my spare time, and I've participated in some public welfare activities related to rehabilitation. I understand the psychological problems disabled people face. I can stay by his side, provide psychological counselling, encourage him to persevere, encourage him to live on. This is most suitable."