A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1386

Beneath Bernard’s furrowed brows lay a pair of striking eyes, akin to peach blossoms in full bloom-subtle yet profound, like a star-studded night sky, complex and unreadable.

Eleanor found herself transfixed by those eyes, searching for something within them, only to realize that the stars were too distant, too elusive.

A wave of suffocation coursed through her heart, in a painfully disconcerting manner. It was as if after her heart transplant, it had become intolerant to distress. Consequently, a duli pain took inception whenever sorrow was in the offing.

But having weathered life’s tempestuous seas, she seemed more rational than before.

Like now, she managed to suppress the pain, remaining composed as she gazed at Bernard.

“Why can you come and go freely from Area Opaca, yet choose not to return home? Why haven’t you contacted me?”

Her voice was devoid of accusation, merely calm, seeking an answer.

Bernard, who had been looking down, finally lifted his eyes after a few seconds of silence.

“I don’t want to go back home, and… I don’t want to contact you.”

at Bernard, at the face she had longed for, and spoke softly, “Is it because of Sophie

smile played on Bernard’s lips, his eyes curving

mirth, he concealed the sadness

a hammer to her chest, painfully poignant. Eleanor bore the pain, peering into the

to hurt me three times. Once when our agreement ended, once to force

or contact me, I don’t believe it. If you could fall for Sophie, you would’ve done so

out to

she touched it, she felt its icy chill, colder than

past, he would have grasped her hand in return, fingers interlocking.

time, only a slight tremor, then nothing more-a coldness that was strange to her.

could muster, “Bernard, my mother, my sister, and the hardships we faced in my childhood-all thanks to Sophie and her father. After I left Area Opaca last time, Sophie’s father pushed me into the sea. They’ve been cruel, devoid

lashed out at Bernard, even considering, regardless of his reasons, to cut

mind had been filled with thoughts of Bernard. She loved him, and despite her anger, she

also relieved that this time Bernard hadn’t brought Sophie along to act out a scene but merely used her name to hurt

hand over, clasping Eleanor’s, covering her smaller