A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 820

The pale sky greeted Liana as she groggily opened her eyes, her gaze catching a fleeting seagull soaring past the window.

A gentle sea breeze wafted through the open window, bringing along a delicate fragrance from the burning incense in the room.

The scent was her favorite, and the view of the sea outside was a picture-perfect scene. Even the room's decor matched her ideal vision of a wedding suite.

However, those dreams remained in the past, mere illusions that couldn't align with the present reality. Liana prided herself on moving forward, yet some individuals seemed stuck in the confines of bygone days.

As the door creaked open, Tyler entered the room, dressed in a crisp blue shirt, carrying a tray adorned with milk and bread.

After a stint behind bars, he had lost a considerable amount of weight. His once handsome face was now sunken and his eyes dull.

He placed the breakfast tray on the bedside table, looking at Liana pretending to be asleep on the bed.

"If you're awake, grab something to eat," he said.

After picking up Liana from city hall, Tyler hadn't spoken a word to her, blindfolded her, and whisked her away by boat to an island.

Cooped up in a closed room, Liana had screamed all night.

Ignoring her, Tyler didn't even step into the room. He seemed disinterested in understanding why Liana wanted to marry Will, as if it held no significance to him anymore.

Liana remained unaware of Tyler's thoughts, choosing to ignore him as she focused on her bound hands. After struggling throughout the night with her restrained limbs, exhaustion eventually overcame her, causing her to drift off to sleep.

"If you don't get up, I'll have to feed you myself," Tyler warned, rolling up his shirt sleeves and removing his watch, casting it aside. He knelt on the bed to support Liana, paying her no attention as he reached for the milk on the bedside table, attempting to pour it into her mouth.

Liana refused to drink, keeping her lips tightly shut. The milk slipped from the corner of her mouth and stained Tyler's shirt.

Tyler glanced at his soiled shirt and then shot Liana a cold look. "Not hungry?"

He casually put down the cup, reached for Liana's clothes, and gave them a sudden yank, tearing her top easily.

Tyler didn't say a word and just pinned her down.

"Don't touch me!" Liana didn't want Tyler touching her!

Tyler just gave a cold sneer and slipped his hand into her pants.

So, he had been watching her all along!

The shock on Liana's face pleased Tyler. Although he understood her confusion, he didn't explain about the surveillance. Instead, he continued:

"You know, those old sticks in the mud from the Howell family wouldn't have let me out. So, I had to cut myself. Seeing my wound, they felt sorry for me and let me out."

"Look."

Tyler grabbed Liana's hand and placed it on his stitched wound.

"If it had been a little deeper, it would have hit my kidney."

Liana tried to break free, but when her hand touched the stitched area, she instinctively opened her fingers and pressed down hard.

The wound was fresh, and the flesh hadn't fully healed yet. When Liana pressed down, blood suddenly oozed out.

Seeing the blood, Liana was startled but also felt like he deserved it. So she gritted her teeth and pressed down harder...