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.

wasn’t that she deliberately 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

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

had never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could it be that

glimmer of hope in her heart, she stared at him intently, searching for any hint of warmth in his eyes.

was emptiness, accompanied by

you not understand what truly matters to me?” Bernard retorted coldly, extinguishing the flicker of

what Bernard cared about;

you always want some return, even the slightest

from ordinary people; he had an obsession with

kind of obsession to accept that

simply because he found

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

you

liked me.

But…”

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

his face

to touch his face,

loved for five long years. How could she bear to

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

him, Bernard suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

“Don’t touch me!”

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