A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 21

Bernard’s already cold and distant countenance grew even colder, with a hint of frost in his eyes and furrowed brows.

Setting down his wine glass, he raised his icy gaze and directed it towards Cedric. “What are your thoughts?”

Cedric ventured to make a bold assumption. “I believe you might have some feelings for her, albeit small. Otherwise, why would you react so strongly and pour wine on her when Josef mentioned his involvement with her?”

Bernard snorted dismissively. “She got involved with Josef immediately after our breakup. I couldn’t accept it in the moment, so I wanted to teach her a lesson. Does that imply I have feelings for her?”

As he spoke, the chill in his eyes dissipated, leaving behind only cold indifference. It seemed as though he no longer cared about the person he had just taught a lesson to.

Observing this, Cedric let out a small sigh of relief.

He understood that Bernard had a fastidious nature and couldn’t tolerate his partner being casually involved with someone else. It was

a normal reaction.

Moreover, when Sophie returned to the country, Bernard immediately broke up with Eleanor. It shows that in his heart, Eleanor’s position as a substitute wasn’t important.

Cedric didn’t say anything else, just drank the wine in his glass, stood up, and said, “Well, I’m going back first.”

Bernard didn’t speak, but just nodded indifferently.

Bernard’s indifference since he was a child and didn’t

an umbrella for him to get in the car. He

while waiting for the traffic light to change, he spotted Eleanor standing in the heavy rain, clad only in a

frame appeared vulnerable, and the rain–soaked fabric clung to her body. Her long hair was drenched and stuck to

drove past her without stopping,

moment of hesitation, he instructed his assistant to drive over

rain with her hand and faintly perceived

stood there in astonishment, slowly raising her

seemed like she had gone back

was also raining heavily that day. She was standing outside a nightclub, begging passersby to buy her for one night.

her, mocking her. None of them were

a man wearing a black coat, emanating an air of pride and indifference, approached

he held an umbrella to shield her from the pouring rain, blocking the onslaught of

onto his pant legs, sobbing

down at her, devoid of disdain or mockery in his

and she nodded in affirmation. Without hesitation, the man extended

towards her.

placed her hand in his broad palm, it felt as if

the car, and I’ll

door, and his gentle voice mixed

that the man in front of her