A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 889

As they settled into the car, Eleanor noticed Bernard supporting his head with one hand, lost in thought, and she guessed he figured out who the med-switcher was.

Eleanor didn't pry into the Laurence family's secrets, but Bernard turned to look at her, his eyes shining with an emotion too deep to fathom.

“Babe, I just found out yesterday that my birth wasn't all that kosher, you... you won't ditch me, will you?”

It turned out he was worried that Eleanor would scorn his birth, hence the intense look.

Eleanor lifted her fair and delicate hand, gently stroking his thick hair.

“No matter where you come from, I wouldn't scorn you. What I love is just you.”

Even if he's not rich or dazzling, Eleanor would love him all her life.

Bernard's tense expression gradually relaxed, and with his long hand, he lifted her onto his lap.

His head rested against the car seat, his chin lifted, and he smiled faintly at Eleanor, his lips curling in sweet happiness.

“Say you love me a few more times, and I'll teach you a new one tonight.”

Eleanor blushed, instinctively glancing at Aidyn Reyes.

She noticed Aidyn had already put the partition down, and she sighed in relief.

Thank heavens the partition was down. If Aidyn had heard, she would have been super mortified.

After her sigh of relief, Eleanor lifted her fist and lightly thumped Bernard.

Eleanor turned her head, her lips brushing his face. Bernard's eyes darkened; he was just teasing her, but now he was getting turned on.

Bernard held her waist, lifting her to where she was sitting before, letting her sit on his lap. Then he pulled her down, and Eleanor sat right on his...

She rubbed her forehead helplessly, asking him in an annoyed tone, “Sweetheart, who's your birth mother?”

Eleanor asked not out of curiosity but to get him to behave and chat about something serious. But she noticed his face darken drastically.

Seemingly touching a forbidden line, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he looked like a man who had lost his soul, devoid of energy.

Eleanor's heart clenched; she reached out to touch his face to comfort him, but he grabbed her wrist tightly, and the next moment, she was gently moved aside.

After setting her down, Bernard raised his slender, pale fingers, pressing hard against his temples, looking utterly exhausted.