A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 248
He reached out to touch her face, but she backed away in terror.
Eleanor stared blankly at his right hand, as if she had some kind of psychological trauma. Fear shone in her pupils,
Seeing this, Bernard seemed to understand something. He quickly withdrew his hand and told her, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t lay a finger on you again.”
Eleanor’s effort to maintain a calm expression suddenly crumbled. “Stay away from me.”
Bernard gently shook his head. “Eleanor, I can’t leave you”
Eleanor’s face darkened. Twe told you before, my name is Emilia, not Eleanor! How many times do I have to repeat it for you to believe 117′′
The coldness in Bernard’s eyes began to redden. “Am you… really not her?”
“Yes, I’m not her
Eleanor raised her delicate face, showing an extremely exaggerated expression
Bernard’s thick eyelashes twitched slightly, his eyes still full of disbrief

He took a step closer to her, cornered her against the wall, and again tried to touch her cheek.
Beleving he was going to force himself on her again, Eleanor desperately pushed him away and turned to run, but he tightly grabbed her from behind.
His tall figure enveloped her petite form, his firm chest pressed against her back.
Eleanor was angry and struggled nonstop, but the man didn’t let go. His body acted like an insurmountable barrier.
She suddenly found the situation ridiculous. “Sir, do you have some kind of fetish for married women?”
The man ignored her sarcasm, using one hand to restrain her while the other brushed away her short hair.
When he undoubtedly felt the small scar on the back of her head, he smiled sightly. Indeed, this was his Eleanor, he hadn’t mistaken her for someone
But that scar, it stabbed into Bernard’s heart, making his once indifferent and distant eyes become filled with guilt.
With trembling fingers, he gently touched the scar on the back of her head, sincerely apologizing. I’m sorry, that slap… cost you your life.
Eleanor turned her head slightly, avoiding his touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”
She did have a scar on the back of her head after surgery, but she wouldn’t admit it.
Bernard didn’t force her to admit it, but he kept stroking the scar again and again.
Every time he touched it, his heart hurt. The intense pain was unbearable.
His eyes slowly reddened, his voice becoming somewhat h oa rse. “Does it hurt?”
Did it hurt?
It used to.
It hurt so much she had lain on the cold floor, unable to even call for help.
The pain made her lose faith in him and the courage to live.
So much pain that she wanted to see him before she died, but he wouldn’t even answer her calls.