A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1389

Eleanor gazed at Bernard, her eyes holding a mix of understanding and determination. She didn’t blame him for the position he was in; instead, her grip on his fingers tightened.

“I could stop being his granddaughter, reject taking over his role, and choose to stand by your side. Would we still have to part ways then?”

Her unwavering stance seemed to warm Bernard’s desolate heart, making his next words feel all the more cruel and guilt-ridden.

“Blood ties are hard to break, and your identity as the head of Area Opaca was sealed the moment Yates made the announcement. It’s too late to change anything now…

Soon, both Area Opaca and the Siren Organization will know who you are. Do you think they’ll just let you go once they find out?”

Eleanor’s already taut nerves clenched tighter at his words, as if something had ensnared her, leaving her no room for escape.

With a sense of defeat, she let go of Bernard’s hand. Her eyes, once clear and bright, began to cloud over with confusion, mirroring the sensation of desperately trying to navigate through a thickening fog, only to surrender to the overwhelming uncertainty.

Bernard’s fingers trailed from her soft, curly locks to her cheek, caressing her as if she were a rare treasure, tracing the lines of her face with tender care.

time comes, if I see a member of the Siren Organization hurting you, I won’t be able to hold back.

as the head of the Siren Organization, if I harm my own people, how can I lead them

that moment, I realize it would be difficult for me, and you’d suffer too… So, isn’t it better if we

resignation left Eleanor speechless, he left her no

given up on me twice before. This would be the third time. There’s a saying: ‘Three strikes and you’re

first time was out of necessity, the second was

being abandoned time and again. If he had truly made up

felt like an agonizing revelation, as if invisible hands were wrenching her bleeding

the wind, pull her into his embrace, and kiss her passionately. But Bernard was always more rational than impulsive in the face of danger. He would rather endure all the pain than

Eleanor’s question, but she stubbornly waited for his reply, hóping Bernard would make a different choice.

At that moment, Eleanor’s heart began to constrict

a tear-it was as if her heart

Bernard thought he could keep his emotions in check, but his

couldn’t bear to see him suffer. She reached out to caress his face, “Don’t be sad, I