A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1478

It was Bernard who had bargained with the heavens, offering his own life in exchange for Eleanor’s. And now, as fate would have it, the powers that be hadn’t taken his life but had instead snatched away Eleanor’s memories. A fair trade, he reassured himself, for she had awakened.

Yet, despite his self-comforting thoughts, Bernard couldn’t suppress a bitter chuckle. It was as if the past decade had been nothing but a lavish pipe dream.

Gazing upon her gaunt, pale face and bloodshot eyes, and the rueful smile that played upon his lips, Eleanor’s heart constricted, tightening in discomfort. She thought it was a cardiac issue at first and pressed her hand to her chest. The odd pang faded quickly, and in that moment, Garrett took the opportunity to gently push aside her other hand.

“Eleanor, your husband’s back. You should chat with him; I’ll head off now and check in on you another day,” Garrett said, his voice light yet tinged with concern.

As Garrett turned to leave, Eleanor, gripped by a sudden anxiety, called out to him, “Garrett, don’t go. I don’t know him. Please don’t leave me alone; I’m scared.”

Those two words, “I’m scared,” hit Bernard like a hammer to the heart, deeply embedded and immobilizing. It felt as though a rugged nail was piercing through his heart’s chambers, unrelentingly claiming his life…

Bernard, who had been propped up against the hospital bed, finally lowered his heavy lashes to look at the fear-filled Eleanor beneath him. “You’re afraid of me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

unfamiliarity that terrified her. But she didn’t know how to express this, so she chose silence,

his name in her sleep. Now, witnessing it firsthand, he felt all his convictions

pressed against the bedsheet, curled into his palm. It was only when his fingernails cut into his skin, drawing blood,

afraid of me,

spoke, tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Perhaps afraid of being seen

waver, Eleanor felt her heart ache anew. This time, the pain was clearly for Bernard. But she looked up at Garrett, whose face was etched with gravity, and she was sure-she loved Garrett. Memories might

and fragmented, Eleanor sought answers, “Garrett, can you tell me what’s going on between him

I can explain in a sentence or two. But you loved him deeply, enough to risk

him now. I only feel that I love you. So,

and felt his frail body tremble, as if a cold wind had blown right through

and Scott, seeing their boss’ heartbreaking face, felt a pang of sympathy. He hadn’t even taken the time to put on his coat in his rush to see his wife and had run into the hospital through the snow. And now…

only Garrett. What would become of their