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.”

She stared at Bernard, at the face she had longed for, and spoke softly, “Is it because of Sophie Ratliff?”

Bernard’s lips, his eyes curving with the gesture.

shallow mirth, he concealed the sadness

poignant. Eleanor bore

Once when our agreement ended, once to force a divorce from me,

home or contact me, I don’t believe it. If you could fall for Sophie, you would’ve done so long ago, without a thought for me.”

Eleanor reached out to grasp Bernard’s hand, clenched at

she felt its icy chill, colder than

grasped her hand in return, fingers interlocking.

tremor, then nothing more-a coldness that

her other hand, enveloping his with all the strength she 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 of any familial warmth; I despise them. So,

last time, built upon such pain, Eleanor had lashed out at Bernard, even

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

time Bernard hadn’t brought Sophie along to act out a scene but merely used her

turned his hand over, clasping Eleanor’s, covering her