A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

Chapter 1463

Tall and imposing, Bernard had changed back into his black suit, which made him look like the garb of

a spectral envoy from the netherworld, an aura of chilling detachment emanating from him. His

alabaster complexion and the barely concealed fury in his eyes seemed to threaten the very air around

him.

He strode over to the passenger side of the car, peering through the tinted window, his gaze bearing

down on the woman inside. “Are you getting out on your own, or should I smash this car to bits and

carry you out myself?”

Eleanor’s eyelashes fluttered downward as she contemplated the man outside, a tempest of rage

within him. With a slow, deliberate movement, she pushed open the car door.

Before she could step out, her wrist was seized by his icy fingers. Had she not been carrying their child,

he might have already yanked her from the vehicle with brute force.

He held her wrist, helping her out of the car, and then suddenly lowered his frosty gaze to Robin, who

was frowning in concern. The moment their eyes locked, Robin saw a flash of murderous intent in

Bernard’s gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Bernard then took Eleanor by the hand

and led her towards the sleek Bugatti.

Suppressing his anger, Bernard opened the passenger door for her, waited for her to get

in, and then bent down to fasten her seatbelt for her.

Eleanor’s lips parted as she tried to speak, but before she could utter a word, Bernard straightened,

slammed the car door shut, and walked around to the driver’s side.

Once inside, he didn’t spare Eleanor a glance. He simply started the car and pulled away from the

curb, driving at a leisurely pace that seemed aimless, perhaps in consideration

of her condition.

Eleanor watched Bernard, who seemed lost in his driving, and softly broke the silence, “Honey, when I

was on the operating table, the baby started to kick. It was so fierce, like a little rebel… I just couldn’t…

I couldn’t go through with it.”

Seeing that Bernard still wasn’t looking at her, she stopped trying to explain and merely lowered her

head, whispering, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want the surgery… so I…”

“I get it if you don’t want the surgery, but why did you have to take off with him?” Bernard’s explosive

voice cut her off, and Eleanor froze, staring at Bernard who had stopped the car and was now

approaching her with fiery red eyes.

“Eleanor, in the old days, I would have crippled Robin’s hands for touching you!”

Eleanor shivered inwardly. She had almost forgotten that beneath Bernard’s gentle veneer was a man

who tolerated no affronts, a fearsome creature who would not stand for even a speck of dust in his eye.

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Chapter 1463

Knowing Bernard was a tinderbox of wrath, she dared not provoke him and remained silent.

Sometimes, silence could be more damaging than words.

As Bernard gazed at the quiet Eleanor, the fire in his eyes slowly extinguished, leaving only exhaustion.

After a long silence, he lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead to

hers.

“Let’s forget it. I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

She had only a 30% chance of survival, and at any moment, she could leave him. To be angry with her

under those circumstances was childish.

Eleanor lifted her lashes, her eyes barely an inch from his, and it was the sensation of his gentle breath

that gave her the courage to speak again, “I’m sorry, I was scared that you would insist on the surgery,

that’s why I didn’t tell you. As for Robin… he just happened to be there.”

In their relationship, a soft word from Eleanor was all it took to calm Bernard’s temper. He tilted his

head and kissed her cheek gently, then slowly let her go.

“Do you really care that much about the baby?” he asked.

Eleanor took Bernard’s hand and placed it on her belly, where their child was still moving. It was a life

already in motion. How could she bear to give up on it?

“Whether I have the surgery or not, the chances are slim, but the baby has a chance. If we just wait a

little longer, until it’s more developed, it might survive. So let’s bet on that 10%.”

Bernard felt the life through her skin, and for reasons he couldn’t fathom, his stern gaze softened-not

because of the child, but because of Eleanor.

“Okay, if you’re willing to take that 10% gamble, then I’m with you.”

After all, the chip in his brain could go haywire at any moment, and he didn’t know how long he had left.

Her chances were wither 10% or 30%; no one could predict whether that 30% would hold during

surgery. So if she died, he was ready to follow.

Eleanor didn’t expect Bernard’s sudden concession, but she could guess that his change of heart came

with a decision. She reached out to caress his face.

“Bernard, if we lose that 10% chance, you must live on. You have to live well and take care of our child

until they’re grown. Then, and only then, will I wait for you on the other side. Otherwise, don’t you dare

try to find me.”

Bernard smirked bitterly, “You’re ready to abandon me for the baby, so why should you care if I choose

to follow you? Might as well be heartless and stop worrying about what happens to me.”

Eleanor could tell he was still holding a grudge. She didn’t argue but simply reached out and hugged

him tightly. “You and the baby are equally important to me. That’s why I want you both to be okay.”