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.

him, but his repeated insults led her to

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

to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been involved with someone else? Does that mean you have

years with Bernard, she had never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could it be that

at him intently, searching

was emptiness, accompanied

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

cared about; she just

you always want some return, even the slightest bit.

from ordinary people; he had an obsession with cleanliness.

of obsession to accept that something they

so angry simply because he

a self–mocking smile, “I guess

you

liked me.

But…”

I wanted. If I have a boyfriend, it’s normal for him to have sex with me, isn’t it?

faltered, his face

Eleanor suddenly mustered the courage to touch his face, from

long years. How could she bear to hurt him?

little bit. Why

at him, Bernard suddenly grabbed her wrist

“Don’t touch me!”

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