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.

didn’t know how to express this, so she chose silence, even directing a plea

how she loved Garrett before, only heard her whisper his name in her sleep. Now, witnessing it firsthand,

palm. It was only when his fingernails cut into his skin, drawing blood, that he suppressed

afraid of me, should stay with her. I… I’ll be

his eyes. Perhaps afraid of being seen in such a state, Bernard pushed himself off the wall

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

and fragmented, Eleanor sought answers, “Garrett, can you tell

gaze, replying, “It’s not something I can explain in a sentence or two. But you

only feel that I

overheard this and felt his frail body tremble, as if a cold wind had blown

hadn’t even taken the time to put on his coat in his rush to see his wife and had run into the

him, remembered only Garrett, loved only Garrett. What would become of their Mr. Laurence? Could

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