A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1268

Chapter 1268 

Just a single sentence already soothed Eleanor’s anxious heart, but for some reason, tears started streaming down her face, dotting the letter in her hands. 

“How’s he doing over there?” 

She asked, sobbing, to the stranger who delivered the letter. 

Seeing Eleanor’s tear-streaked face, the man hesitated for a moment, then gave a nod 

“He’s doing well, don’t worry.” 

“When is he coming back?” 

“I’m not sure about that.” 

“Where is he, can I go see him? ..” 

Before Eleanor could finish, the man interrupted her. 

“Ms. Shultz, I have other matters to attend to, I can’t stay and chat, excuse me.” 

Without waiting for Eleanor’s reply, he quickly turned around and hopped into his car 

Eleanor clutched the letter, standing still, watching the car speed away… 

Across the road, another car hidden under the trees also started up and drove off. 

Cedric, who was in the car, glanced back at the fading figure of Eleanor. 

He knew Eleanor would never guess that the one offering her comfort would be him. 

Bernard had long arranged for him to go to her. There was never a real letter carrier. 

Cedric looked down at another white envelope in his hand. 

He hoped that two months later, this letter would remain in his grip forever. 

He also hoped that Bernard would return safely from the dangerous situation as soon as possible. 

Eleanor held the letter Bernard gave her, repeatedly comforting herself. If he could send someone with a letter, it meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as long as he was okay, what were two months of waiting? 

With this belief, she patiently waited for Bernard at home. Duting this time, Hailey would visit, accompany her, provide warmth and strength, but none of this could alleviate her longing for her husband. 

Eleanor lost her appetite, her body growing weak. Bryson, seeing her like this, always encouraged her to eat more, but she had no appetite. Often, she would sit by the window, clutching Bernard’s letter, lost in thought. 

Another month passed, Eleanor once again woke up from a nightmare. Sweat-drenched, she sat up, leaning against the headboard, clutching her racing heart. The images replaying in her mind were of a bloodied Bernard… 

She had experienced many nightmares, but none as vivid and real as this one. 

In her dream, Bernard was locked in a dark room, surrounded by men in black wielding knives, hurting him. He was tied up, unable to move, and those men were cruelly torturing him… 

Eleanor didn’t know if this was her imagination or if Bernard was actually enduring such torment.