Bernard got Eleanor's point, but was a tad irked that she still cared about her old flame.
In his life, he feared nothing, except a man named Garett. Even the mere mention of the name could have him tied up in knots...
It was hard to put into words. He always had this feeling that one day, all his happiness would be Garett's.
A weird thought indeed. Maybe he cared too much, or treasured the present so much that he feared losing it.
But the fact that Eleanor could ask him for help without hesitation meant she had moved on from Garett.
Otherwise, they would've been tiptoeing around the name, the person.
Their ability to communicate honestly, to express their inner thoughts, was a step toward the future.
Realizing this, Bernard's irritation cooled down a bit.
"I know a few..."
"Do you need their contact info?"
Bernard glanced at Eleanor, reminding himself not to be petty, to be more magnanimous.
After convincing himself, he opened his contacts in front of her and dialed a renowned international expert.
After confirming the expertise and availability of the leg treatment specialist, Bernard handed over the contact information to Eleanor.
"Send this to Ms. Vulpe, but don't contact him directly," Bernard instructed.
"Mr. Laurence, you look adorable when you're jealous," Eleanor remarked playfully, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his forehead, attempting to ease his jealousy.
Her gesture seemed to have the desired effect as Bernard appeared pleased, subtly raising an eyebrow.
"Send it to Ms. Vulpe right in front of me," Bernard requested, his nervousness evident.
Suppressing her laughter, Eleanor discreetly glanced at him, contemplating whether he was concerned about her privately contacting Garett. However, she obediently sent the specialist's contact information to Hailey.
Seeing her finish, Bernard pulled her onto his lap.
"Actually, after he got injured, I found experts to treat him, but he refused."
Seeing her lost in thought, Bernard, thinking she was thinking about Garett, gave her waist a squeeze.
"Honey, you can only think about me, no one else."
Eleanor held up his flawless face and asked, "Then will you still be jealous?"
Bernard slightly turned his face, his good-looking eyebrows twitching slightly, "A few kisses will do."
He knew how to use his advantages. Whichever side of his face looked better, he'd use it to attract her.
Eleanor fell for it, leaning down to leave several lipstick marks on his face, "Is that enough?"
Holding her waist, Bernard's eyes were blurry even without liquor. He gazed at her, "Not enough. I want you to...like last time."
Eleanor, surprised by his request, hurriedly opened her mouth to bite his shoulder, but he lifted her onto his shoulder.
Holding her waist, his eyes burning, he whispered into her ear.
Only then did Eleanor understand what he meant...
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