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.

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

to get this mad. Wasn’t he supposed to not care about her? Why was he so angry?

mustered the courage to ask, “Does it actually matter

lose his composure like this. Could it be that he had some

him intently, searching for

she encountered was emptiness,

understand what truly matters to me?” Bernard retorted coldly, extinguishing the flicker of light

Bernard cared about; she just couldn’t accept it.

you love someone for a long time, you always

Bernard was different from ordinary people;

obsession to accept that

angry simply because he

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

you

liked me.

But…”

and continued with a smile, “I asked you before if I could have a boyfriend, 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 even colder.

to touch his face, from his eyebrows to his cheeks,

long years.

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

him, Bernard suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

“Don’t touch me!”

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