A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1238

After Bernard responded with a ‘sure, he lowered his head, tenderly kissed Eleanor’s hair, and said, “Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Eleanor then lifted her head from his embrace, looking up at the man with the chiseled jawline, “I saw you with Sophie earlier. What’s up with that?”

Bernard stiffened, apparently not expecting her to have seen Sophie. After hesitating for a moment, he casually said, “She’s got a list of members from the Siren Organization. I thought I’d deal with her.”

The truth was, he was going to take her down, but couldn’t. Sophie was surrounded by people from Area Opaca. If Bernard, with his reputation, took her on, they’d start suspecting him. Once that happened, infiltrating Area Opaca would not only become harder but also riskier.

Luckily, he noticed a revealing insignia before he made his move and aborted the plan. Otherwise, this Sophie situation would’ve thrown a wrench into his entire plan.

But there was something he couldn’t figure out. V Why didn’t Sophie and Mr. Ben, who knew his identity, spill the secret to Area Opaca?

Did the folks from Area Opaca already know and were just baiting him? But their endgame was to take down the leader of Siren Organization. If they already knew who it was, what are they waiting for?

Bernard mulled over this, thinking it was strange that Sophie and Mr. Ben hadn’t exposed his identity, not even to Cameron. They were sitting on some pretty big secrets, and he couldn’t figure out what game they were playing.

took it to mean ‘teach her a lesson’, not kill her. So she bought his explanation pretty quickly,

Mr. Ben, who’s memorized

about to ask who this Mr. Ben was when she noticed

contemplation, Bernard bent down slightly, picked her up again, “I’ll handle my issues. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go celebrate Cedric and Hailey’s wedding.”

trouble. Even now, with his

intentions, Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck and obediently responded,

soothed Bernard. Her simple words could dispel his gloom and

lowered his eyelashes, hiding the loneliness in his eyes. Sigrid, who was observing him from afar,

interrupted Garett’s reverie.

the champagne, a chilly glint in his

during recovery. Do I, the patient, need to

in rehabilitation therapy, which was why Garett had agreed to let her handle his

least of his worries. The real headache was that she sometimes needed video tutorials to treat him, making him

fire her, but Sigrid asked for one more month to prove her worth. If she still couldn’t deliver,

she’d leave sooner. Otherwise,

glance and responded, “Oh come on, a little drink won’t hurt.”