Chapter 1427

Cradled in his arms, Eleanor’s whole body trembled, yet as she caught the familiar, icy scent of him, her shaking subsided.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet the chiseled jawline of the man looking down at her with his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.

In each other’s gaze, they saw a reflection of their own faces – one pale, the other resolute neither willing to look away.

“Eleanor, let’s go home.” Ignoring the gunshot wound in his shoulder, Bernard scooped up Eleanor in a bridal carry.

The effort caused blood to trickle from his wound onto Eleanor’s cheek, a startling crimson smear.

“Put me down!” Eleanor commanded.

He was injured and still carrying her was he out of his mind? Eleanor, worried he was in pain, struggled to be released, but Bernard leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Easy, don’t move.”

That familiar term of endearment, “easy,” once again brought tears to Eleanor’s eyes.

“It’ll hurt if you exert yourself.”

His lips were white from strain, yet he smiled faintly. “As long as you don’t squirm, it won’t hurt,” he said.

Moved by Bernard’s stubbornness, Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck for a fleeting moment.

her face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat, her

such a

to do anything. Even if it meant giving up his life, he was always without

that Eleanor felt overwhelmed

treated him as well, yet

lifted her tear-filled eyes, looking

like this,

which only deepened the smile

there’s no shame

Bernard, leaning on his wounded shoulder, held the woman in his arms tighter as he walked out.

looking at the bewildered Eleanor, and smiled again. “I’m not

need your concern, so-”

Not letting go.

Never letting go.

on the way, it’s

“Even with an extra one, your husband

into the distance as

stepped out of the safe room, watching their retreating figures without trying to stop them.

Eleanor’s forgiveness, only watching quietly, as if through

time, had also been heartbroken to see

making were discovered by Pauline, who then left

she left, she clung to him, crying that she had fallen in love with him

at the memory of

the figures before him blurred, he spoke in a low, regretful tone.

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