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

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

the pain, Eleanor locked eyes with him and mustered the courage to ask, “Does it actually matter to

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

she stared at him intently,

encountered was emptiness, accompanied by

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

she knew what Bernard cared about; she

a long time, you always want

from ordinary people; he

would be difficult for someone with this kind of obsession to accept that something they used to touch had been touched by someone

simply because

smile, “I guess

you

liked me.

But…”

“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

his face

to touch his face, from his eyebrows to his cheeks, gently and carefully.

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

even a little bit. Why couldn’t

him, Bernard suddenly

“Don’t touch me!”

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