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.

she deliberately provoked him, but his repeated insults led her to fight back

didn’t expect him to get this mad. Wasn’t he supposed to

with him and mustered the courage to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been involved with someone else? Does that mean you have feelings

Bernard, she had never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could it be that he had some level of affection for her, even

heart, she stared at him intently, searching for any hint of

all she encountered was emptiness,

not understand what truly matters to me?” Bernard retorted

course, she knew what Bernard cared about; she

time, you always

ordinary people; he

kind of obsession to accept that something they used to touch had been

angry simply because he found it

smile, “I guess I just

you

liked me.

But…”

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? You’re not going to forbid him, are

faltered, his

mustered the courage to touch his

loved for five long years. How

her, not even a little bit. Why couldn’t

Bernard suddenly grabbed her wrist

“Don’t touch me!”

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