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 this way.

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

with him and mustered the courage to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve

never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could

at him intently, searching for

encountered was emptiness, accompanied by disgust and contempt.

Bernard retorted coldly, extinguishing the flicker of

what Bernard cared about; she

love someone for a long time, you always want some return,

people; he had an obsession with cleanliness.

would be difficult for someone with this kind of obsession to accept that

angry simply because he found

smile, “I

you

liked me.

But…”

before if I could have a boyfriend, and you said I could do whatever I wanted.

his face

courage to touch his face, from his eyebrows

the man she had loved for five long years. How could

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

him, Bernard suddenly grabbed her

“Don’t touch me!”

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