A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1451

Eleanor waved off Peterson casually, her tone light and unaffected, “It’s none of your business, Peterson. You were following orders. Besides, you helped me out.”

Peterson’s gaze dropped, masking the guilt in his eyes. When he looked up again, it was to the swell of her pregnant belly. “Have you picked out a name for the little one yet?”

Following his gaze, Eleanor glanced down and shook her head. “Not yet, got any suggestions?”

His eyes flicked to the man standing nearby, waiting patiently for Eleanor. “With him around, I wouldn’t dare suggest a name for your kid.”

Eleanor looked up at Bernard, tall and striking, his handsome features edged with a noble chill. “He may seem frosty on the outside, but he’s soft on the inside. You’ll see, Peterson, once you get to know him.”

Bernard was always good to those he wanted to protect, those he valued. It was why guys like Caleb, Aidyn, and Scott had pledged their loyalty to him for life.

“Get to know Bernard?” Peterson chuckled, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll come visit you and the little one, but as for him, well, we’ve had our brawls in the Area Opaca.”

And because of Grandpa’s legacy, a cordial relationship between them was next to impossible. Of course, if Peterson could settle the score for Grandpa and if Bernard was willing, he might let bygones be bygones for Eleanor’s sake.

eyebrows knit

sleeves to reveal his muscular arms with a cocky tilt of his chin.

at his bravado. “So, you’re pretty strong,

just think your husband can do

banter was cut short by Yates, who had been waiting patiently. “Time to board,

approval in his voice. “You’re looking better, healthier, and a bit plumper than a month

at the sight of Yates, her impatience clear. “I’m back in my own home,

laced with sarcasm, leaving Yates feeling awkward and apologetic. “I’m sorry for what happened before, but I really did think Bernard was bad news because of his beef with Area

had no interest in his excuses. “From now on, we keep to our own paths. If you threaten my husband again, don’t expect any kindness from

sank at his granddaughter’s coldness. “Honey, I won’t threaten Bernard anymore. I won’t interfere with your

a reason to stay. He stepped back to give

of their parting, opened his arms for

by her cousin’s affection, embraced him briefly before letting

with a wave. “If I think of a good name for the baby,