A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 381

Such warm and humble words hit her ears, sending a jolt through her heart.

She gently turned her head to look at Bernard, who was holding her tightly from behind.

His face was gaunt, pale, and his eyes were red, even the corners of his eyes were red.

The Bernard she remembered was always high and mighty, full of himself.

But now, he had lowered his haughty and arrogant attitude time and time again just to hold onto her.

Like a star in the night sky, unreachable that now suddenly fell into dust.

Yet, those stars that fell to the ground were still celestial bodies, how could they change for her?

She reached out and lightly touched the thick hair on his forehead...

Such a gentle touch made Bernard's body stiff.

He looked at the woman within his reach, seemingly seeing determination beneath her gentleness.

He instinctively tightened his hold on her: "Eleanor, please, don't be so heartless to me..."

His grip was so strong that it almost crushed her into his bones, forcing Eleanor to swallow back what she wanted to say.

She withdrew her hand, lowered her gaze, looked at his scarred right hand, and sighed deeply after a long silence.

"How long are the 'few days' you mentioned?"

Bernard's face stiffened, and his disappointed eyes lit up with hope again.

Eleanor had a soft spot; she was still the same gentle and kind Eleanor.

He held her with both hands, tighter this time, as if he had regained something precious, holding onto it for dear life.

"When you find what you've lost, we'll end this, okay?"

He wanted forever, but she still had Garett, and it was impossible for her to be with him forever.

When she was filled with helplessness and fear, Bernard turned his head and gently kissed her cheek.

"Eleanor, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you again."

He felt her petite body tremble, knowing what she was scared of.

He wanted to tell her that he had made a mistake once and would never make it again, b

ut he knew very well that words are the weakest.

Eleanor lost a heart, had several near-death experiences, her heart was scarred.

With such a scarred heart, how could a few simple words easily untangle her inner knots?

Bernard didn't make grand promises, instead, he picked up the hairdryer again and helped her blow-dry her still damp hair.

After the hair between his fingers was completely dry, he knelt on one knee, bent down, lifted her foot, and took off her shoes for her.