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.

Bernard said ‘deal with her’, Eleanor probably took it to mean ‘teach her a lesson’, not kill her.

Mr. Ben, who’s memorized

she noticed Bernard looking extremely serious, his eyes filled with

times, Eleanor didn’t disturb him. After a moment of contemplation, Bernard bent down slightly, picked her up again, “I’ll

now, with his mind filled with concerns, he didn’t want her to worry.

intentions, Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck

simple words could dispel his gloom and give him the

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

glass interrupted Garett’s

champagne, a chilly glint in his eyes.

alcohol during

have extensive experience in rehabilitation therapy, which was why Garett had agreed to let her handle his treatment. However, her ‘experience’ was mostly theoretical and her practical skills were

he needed to take that was the least of his worries. The real headache was that she

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

her failure so she’d leave sooner. Otherwise, he feared

“Oh come on, a little