A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 248

He reached out to touch her face, but she backed away in terror.

Eleanor stared blankly at his right hand, as if she had some kind of psychological trauma. Fear shone in her pupils.

Seeing this, Bernard seemed to understand something. He quickly withdrew his hand and told her, "Don't be afraid, I won't lay a finger on you again."

Eleanor's effort to maintain a calm expression suddenly crumbled. "Stay away from me."

Bernard gently shook his head. "Eleanor, I can't leave you."

Eleanor's face darkened. "I've told you before, my name is Emilia, not Eleanor! How many times do I have to repeat it for you to believe it?!"

The coldness in Bernard's eyes began to redden. "Are you... really not her?"

"Yes, I’m not her!"

Eleanor raised her delicate face, showing an extremely exaggerated expression.

Bernard's thick eyelashes twitched slightly, his eyes still full of disbelief.

He took a step closer to her, cornered her against the wall, and again tried to touch her cheek.

Believing he was going to force himself on her again, Eleanor desperately pushed him away and turned to run, but he tightly grabbed her from behind.

His tall figure enveloped her petite form, his firm chest pressed against her back.

Eleanor was angry and struggled nonstop, but the man didn't let go. His body acted like an insurmountable barrier.

She suddenly found the situation ridiculous. "Sir, do you have some kind of fetish for married women?"

The man ignored her sarcasm, using one hand to restrain her while the other brushed away her short hair.

When he undoubtedly felt the small scar on the back of her head, he smiled slightly. Indeed, this was his Eleanor; he hadn't mistaken her for someone else.

But that scar, it stabbed into Bernard's heart, making his once indifferent and distant eyes become filled with guilt.

With trembling fingers, he gently touched the scar on the back of her head, sincerely apologizing. "I'm sorry, that slap... cost you your life..."

Eleanor turned her head slightly, avoiding his touch. "I don't know what you're talking about."

But now this emotionless man was holding her, asking if she was in pain. Wasn't that funny?

Eleanor's face went cold, she spoke in a speechless tone. "Five minutes are up. Let go of me."

Having her in his arms, how could he bear to let go? "There's something left to say."

He leaned his exquisitely carved chin on her neck, whispering in her ear. "honey..."

Eleanor's face darkened even more. "Don't call me that!"

That's what he used to call her when they were making passionate love in bed.

It made her think he loved her and, unable to help herself, she gradually gave her heart to him.

How silly of her to think someone like Bernard would ever fall for anyone.

She had misunderstood him before, and now she finally saw through him. She felt that her past self had been so foolish.