A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1255

Chapter 1255 

After climbing up the stairs, Eleanor approached Peterson. Peterson smiled at her politely, then pushed the door to his study open, inviting her in, “Ms. Elena, come on in.” 

Eleanor stepped in, finding a tidy study filled with wooden furniture and bathed in sunlight, giving it a very warm feel. 

In this atmosphere, an elderly man dressed in a white suit with gray hair stood with his back to the door, appreciating the view outside the window. 

“Grandpa, Ms. Elena is here.” 

After bringing Eleanor in, Peterson respectfully called out. 

Only then did Yates turn around. His deep and powerful gaze, filled with experience and wisdom, sized up Eleanor. 

She sized him up in return. Despite his age, he was still tall and radiant, just like the pictures downstairs. 

He didn’t look like an old man, more like a mature, elegant, and calm middle-aged man. 

“Mr. Sharp, hello.” 

Eleanor greeted first, and only then did Yates shift his gaze to Peterson. 

‘Peterson, give us some space. I want to talk to Ms. Elena alone.” 

Upon hearing this, Peterson took another thoughtful look at Eleanor before turning and leaving the study. 

After Peterson left, Yates’ puzzled gaze fell on Eleanor again. 

“Ms. Elena, what kind of coffee do you like?” 

After watching her for a while, he turned to the coffee machine, pulled out two clean cups. 

Eleanor thought he’d invite her to sit first, but instead, he asked what kind of coffee she likes. 

“Mocha.” 

The hand holding the cup paused slightly, Yates turned around, taking another look at Eleanor. 

Seeing him look at her again, Eleanor couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous. Did she say something wrong? 

Just as she thought this, Yates’ serious face and tense expression gradually relaxed. 

“I have a friend who also likes mocha.” 

Hearing this, Eleanor didn’t respond, just watched Yates as he turned back to make the coffee. 

“Sit wherever you want.” 

Even though Yates seemed somewhat stern, Eleanor found him easy to get along with, even quite kind. So she relaxed and took a seat on a small couch. 

After making the coffee, Yates turned around to find Eleanor sitting on the small couch, hands on her knees, looking very well-behaved. He seemed a bit 

taken aback. 

Noticing his distraction, Eleanor instinctively looked at the couch she’s sitting on. 

“Am I not supposed to sit here?” 

She was about to stand up, notebook in hand, when Yates spoke first. 

“I don’t have many rules here. Sit wherever you like.” 

Then, Yates walked over with the coffee, handing it to her. 

‘Ms. Elena, where are you from?” 

After thanking him for the coffee, Eleanor looked at Yates, leaning against his desk sipping his coffee elegantly. 

“I’m from the G country.” 

“Do you have any other family?” 

“I have a sister.”