A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 881

Eleanor grew increasingly concerned as Bernard abruptly halted and burst into laughter. "Bernard... what's happening to you?" she questioned, her worry evident in her voice.

Clutching her tightly, Bernard's voice trembled as he spoke, "Eleanor, why can't we be together?"

Eleanor's heart sank upon hearing this, an inexplicable heaviness enveloping her. "What... what do you mean?" she asked, her mind racing. Did he want to divorce her? Was it because of his conversation with Blake?

Fearfully, Eleanor clung to Bernard's waist, her voice filled with desperation, "You once promised me forever. You can't abandon me."

Unbeknownst to Bernard, Eleanor found herself falling deeper in love with him. If he rejected her, she wasn't sure she could bear it. The fear in her eyes deeply pained Bernard's heart.

"I want you, Eleanor. I want you," he declared, his voice tinged with a hint of madness. In his own tumultuous state, he vowed to have her by his side, no matter the circumstances.

Looking at Bernard's blazing eyes, Eleanor was a bit stunned.

"Bernard, what's gotten into you?"

Bernard didn't answer, just madly kissing her until he was exhausted...

He gently swept away the sweat-soaked hair on her forehead, and kissed her forehead.

"It's okay."

Would he be affected by the "brother-sister" relationship?

He could adjust, as long as she was there. For him, there were no morals or ethics, only Eleanor.

After he said that, Eleanor obviously felt his movements become gentle, even his kisses were filled with endless love.

Her dazed consciousness and blurry vision were led by Bernard into an unprecedented experience, an unforgettable experience for her.

In the end, it was Bernard who supported her waist and gently patted her back, which brought her back to some clarity.

She leaned in his arms, tiredly asking, "How come... you know so many tricks?"

The man holding her heard her words, his body stiffened for a moment and then relaxed, "No problem, let me handle it, I will sort out all the troubles."

He didn't want to say, and Eleanor didn't force him, "Okay..."

Bernard bent down again, kissed her forehead, and then carried her back to the master bedroom.

"You go to sleep first; I'll handle the troubles."

After he said this, he pulled the quilt over and covered her, then got up and left the bedroom.

Looking at his tall, upright and stubborn figure, Eleanor sighed deeply.

This man always solves any problem by himself. For her, he really loved her to the extreme, never letting her worry about anything.

Eleanor thought, as long as he could not be influenced by others and not divorce her, she should give him some personal space.