A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 382

His action scared the hell out of Eleanor, making her quickly pull her foot back as she said in terror, "You don't have to do this."

All he needed to do was not hurt her during this period of time. There was no need to treat her like this; it was quite unsettling.

Bernard glanced at Eleanor but continued to take off his other shoe.

He put the shoe on the ground, then lifted Eleanor up, pulled back the covers, and placed her into the soft bed.

After he covered her with the blanket, he gently touched her cheek, "You take a rest, I'll cook for you when you wake up."

Eleanor frowned, "I don't need you to do these things, just be like you used to be..."

Seemingly misunderstanding her, Bernard suddenly lifted her from the bed.

He held a surprised Eleanor, sat on the couch, and let her straddle his thigh.

Next, he raised his hand, gripping the back of her head, making her lower it slightly as he lifted his.

When their noses touched, Bernard lifted his chin, opened his thin lips, took her lips, and kissed her passionately.

It was as if he went crazy the moment he touched her, turning a gentle kiss into something deep and intense.

His kiss was domineering, like years of suppressed emotions exploding uncontrollably.

Unable to breathe under his kiss, Eleanor held onto his shoulders, pushing him desperately, but to no avail.

"Bernard!"

When Bernard was passionately kissing her neck, Eleanor got a chance to catch her breath.

"Did you misunderstand me?"

Bernard looked at her through hazy eyes, squinting slightly, "Oh?"

Eleanor, her lips red from his kisses, explained, "I meant you should just ignore me like you used to, not this!"

Suppressing his intense desire, Bernard returned Eleanor to bed. After a deeply affectionate look, he turned and left.

Watching Bernard's tall figure leave, Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief. Her tight body also began to relax.

After leaving the room, Bernard quickly went to the bathroom. Standing under the shower head, he turned on the cold water.

The icy water poured over him, washing away his heat.

Bernard, his thoughts gradually clearing, his eyes returning to their usual clarity, began to smile.

Although he couldn't have her yet, she had agreed to spend the future with him, which was already the best start.

With a slight smile on his face, Bernard turned off the faucet, casually wrapped a bathrobe around him, and headed for the study.

He sat at his desk in the study, opened a drawer, and randomly picked up a work phone from a pile, pressing the power button.