A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 900

Eleanor initially thought this whole scheme was orchestrated by Elbert and Robin. However, after seeing Elbert's clueless reaction and almost getting hauled off with the kidnapper, she quickly realized that Elbert wasn't in cahoots with Robin.

Feeling reassured, she asked Elbert, “Do you know how to get out of here?”

Elbert brimmed with confidence. He winked at Eleanor with his twinkling eyes and said, “Just follow me!”

As Elbert turned towards the electrical box, Eleanor quickly followed.

Passing the dinner table, Elbert nonchalantly picked up a steak knife and a freshly poured glass of wine.

He walked over to the electrical box, emptied his wine glass in one gulp, and tossed the glass aside.

As the shattering sound echoed through the room, the lights in the café went out.

Before Eleanor could react, someone firmly grabbed her wrist, and a clear voice rang out above her, “Come with me.”

Elbert deftly navigated Eleanor through the throng, along a shadowy corridor, and out of the café through a service exit in the kitchen.

A motorcycle sat idle on the curb. Elbert swung onto the seat, handed Eleanor a helmet, and beckoned her with an outstretched hand.

"Jump on!"

The sight of the motorcycle reignited memories of the perilous race between Elbert and Bernard. Eleanor quickly rebuffed him, "No need, I can make it home on foot, it's fine."

There was no way she was getting back on that lethal contraption.

Caught halfway fastening his helmet, Elbert eyed her, "Didn't you mention needing to urgently see Ms. Vulpe? Why the sudden shift to walking?"

When they turned into the suburbs, Robin realized Bernard didn't trust him at all and he dropped the act, “When did you figure it out?”

Bernard pulled a small knife from the glove compartment, wiping it down with a wet wipe, “Before we walked into the café.”

Robin took a deep breath. He wasn’t afraid of the knife in Bernard’s hand. He was just realizing how stupid he’d been, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have left the car outside…”

Bernard made a small cut on the knife with his fingertip, his face expressionless, “Whether the car was outside doesn’t matter… what matters is…”

His voice trailed off, becoming dull like the wind on a cliff edge, giving a feeling of falling into an abyss.

Bernard paused for a moment, then looked up with icy eyes. As his gaze met Robin’s, the knife was at Robin’s throat, “Why are you always after my wife? What are you really up to?!”