A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 505

Eleanor, influenced by Bernard, actually thought he'd show her some appropriate stuff.

He held her hand and let her touch that heated sensitive area near his groin. His voice sounded hoarse and his lips gently rubbed against her neck.

"Is it nice to look at?"

Now it was Eleanor's turn to blush.

"No, it's not."

He had a faint smile on his face, "Well... is it useful?"

Eleanor covered her reddened cheeks, looked up at Bernard only to see a pair of eyes shining like stars.

In his eyes, she saw her reflection, tender and affectionate. It was like a gentle spring breeze, easily lost and difficult to pull away.

The faint smile bloomed slowly, so beautiful it was beyond reproach.

Eleanor stared at his noble and restrained face, unable to connect it to the nonsense-spewing man she heard.

She looked away, wanting to let go of his hand, but he held her tightly.

"Eleanor, it's time to help me, isn't it?"

Eleanor always ended up losing in these situations. This time, she gathered her courage, stood on her tiptoes, and gently bit his earlobe.

"No."

Her seductively soft breath entered Bernard's ear, triggering the tingling sensation.

An electric-like sensation passed from his ear to his entire body, making his magnificent figure tremble slightly.

He lowered his thick eyelashes, looked at the woman challenging him, and the laughter in his eyes grew even deeper.

"Then let me help you."

He bent down, picked her up in one swoop, placed her on the soft sofa, and then pressed down on top of her.

"Bernard!"

"Hmm?"

Hailey, on the other end, paused for a moment, and said, “Sorry for bothering you,” and quickly hung up.

She was wondering when Bernard had taken Eleanor when she heard Marina calling her.

"Miss Hailey, there's a gentleman looking for you."

Hailey thought it was Tyler coming to bother her again, but the person who came was Cedric.

He sat on the hood of the Rolls Royce, head down, revealing a head full of thick hair.

Under the dim streetlight, he was playing with the lighter in his hand. His slender fingers held a cigarette.

Cedric didn't smoke and never allowed Hailey to smoke, yet now moke surrounded him.

Hailey leaned against the villa's entrance, arms crossed over her chest, looking him up and down, "What do you want from me?"

Hearing her voice, Cedric slowly raised his head. His eyes reddened by alcohol, wet and full of pity.

He squinted at Hailey, raising his chin, "Hailey, I've been dumped."