A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1238

Chapter 1238 

After Bernard responded with a ‘sure, he lowered his head, tenderly kissed Eleanor’s hair, and said, “Sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to worry you.” 

Eleanor then lifted her head from his embrace, looking up at the man with the chiseled jawline, “I saw you with Sophie earlier. What’s up with that?” 

Bernard stiffened, apparently not expecting her to have seen Sophie. After hesitating for a moment, he casually said, “She’s got a list of members from the Siren Organization. I thought I’d deal with her.” 

The truth was, he was going to take her down, but couldn’t. Sophie was surrounded by people from Area Opaca. If Bernard, with his reputation, took her on, they’d start suspecting him. Once that happened, infiltrating Area Opaca would not only become harder but also riskier. 

Luckily, he noticed a revealing insignia before he made his move and aborted the plan. Otherwise, this Sophie situation would’ve thrown a wrench into his entire plan. 

But there was something he couldn’t figure out. V Why didn’t Sophie and Mr. Ben, who knew his identity, spill the secret to Area Opaca? 

Did the folks from Area Opaca already know and were just baiting him? But their endgame was to take down the leader of Siren Organization. If they already knew who it was, what are they waiting for? 

Bernard mulled over this, thinking it was strange that Sophie and Mr. Ben hadn’t exposed his identity, not even to Cameron. They were sitting on some pretty big secrets, and he couldn’t figure out what game they were playing. 

When Bernard said ‘deal with her’, Eleanor probably took it to mean ‘teach her a lesson’, not kill her. So she bought his explanation pretty quickly, “Did you get the list back, then?” 

Bernard just shook his head, “There’s this guy with her, Mr. Ben, who’s memorized the list. Unless he drops dead, the list is out of my reach.” 

Eleanor was about to ask who this Mr. Ben was when she noticed Bernard looking extremely serious, his eyes filled with worry. 

At such times, Eleanor didn’t disturb him. After a moment of contemplation, Bernard bent down slightly, picked her up again, “I’ll handle my issues. Don’t worry about it. Let’s go celebrate Cedric and Hailey’s wedding.” 

Bernard always brought Eleanor peace, never trouble. Even now, with his mind filled with concerns, he didn’t want her to worry. 

Understanding his intentions, Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck and obediently responded, “Okay.” 

Her gentleness always soothed Bernard. Her simple words could dispel his gloom and give him the courage to forge ahead, no matter the obstacles. 

Witnessing all this, Garett slowly lowered his eyelashes, hiding the loneliness in his eyes. Sigrid, who was observing him from afar, grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and strolled over, “Stop staring, have a drink and lighten up.” 

Sigrid’s proffered glass interrupted Garett’s reverie. 

He glanced at the champagne, a chilly glint in his eyes. 

“As a doctor, you should know that one should avoid alcohol during recovery. Do I, the patient, need to remind you of that?” 

Sigrid claimed to have extensive experience in rehabilitation therapy, which was why Garett had agreed to let her handle his treatment. However, her ‘experience’ was mostly theoretical and her practical skills were quite lacking. 

He knew what dietary precautions he needed to take that was the least of his worries. The real headache was that she sometimes needed video tutorials to treat him, making him feel like a guinea pig. 

Garett planned to fire her, but Sigrid asked for one more month to prove her worth. If she still couldn’t deliver, she promised to leave voluntarily. Considering she was Eleanor’s recommendation, Garett agreed. 

It wasn’t a month yet, but Garett was already hoping for her failure so she’d leave sooner. Otherwise, he feared his condition might wofsen due to her incompetence. 

Sigrid gave Garett a side glance and responded, “Oh come on, a little drink won’t hurt.” 

Ignoring her, Garett had Colter wheel him away. Sigrid followed. 

“Are you really not going to drink?”