A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 19

Bernard, tall and well–built, suddenly froze.

His gaze was icy, as if it could freeze someone on the spot.

After staring at her for a while, he quickly pulled out his hand, tore off a dozen tissues and frantically wiped his fingers.

Seeing his actions, Eleanor couldn’t help but giggle, “Mr. Caporal already told you that we had been intimate before, why did you still have to check for yourself?”

She had a smile in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, showing no signs of embarrassment or anger, but rather an enchanting

aura.

Her nonchalant attitude and repeated provocations finally set off the usually well–mannered Bernard.

He threw away the torn tissue in his hand and tightly pinched her chin.

He used all his strength, and Eleanor’s chin immediately turned red.

Eleanor’s face turned pale from pain, while Bernard ignored her expressions and got even closer to her face.

“Didn’t I tell you that I don’t allow anyone to touch things that I have used?”

His eyes were fierce, and his grip on her chin tightened, as if wanting to crush it.

This was the first time that Eleanor had seen Bernard so angry, and she was slightly taken aback.

wasn’t that she deliberately provoked him, but his repeated insults led her to fight

she didn’t expect him to get this mad. Wasn’t he supposed to not care about her? Why was he

“Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been involved with someone else?

his composure like this. Could it be that he had some level of affection for her,

at him intently, searching for any hint of warmth

all she encountered was emptiness, accompanied

truly matters to me?” Bernard retorted coldly, extinguishing the flicker

knew what Bernard cared about; she just couldn’t

long time, you always want some return, even the slightest

from ordinary people; he had

someone with this kind of obsession to accept that something they used to touch had

angry simply because

self–mocking smile, “I guess I just assumed that

you

liked me.

But…”

and you said I could do whatever I wanted. If I have a boyfriend, it’s normal for him to have sex with me, isn’t it?

expression faltered, his face

touch his face, from

had loved for five long years. How could she bear

he didn’t love her, not even a little bit. Why couldn’t she

Bernard suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

“Don’t touch me!”

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