A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1310

Chapter 1310 

Semard didn’t respond, just looked at her with bloodshot eyes. 

Eleanor’s hand moved from his face down to his shirt. On the black fabric, a series of golden letters were embroidered. 

Ace-Inviter-2-9. 

This meant that he had become a part of Area Opaca, an operative of a higher rank than the average agent in black. 

He had joined the backstage of the Area Opaca, at the same level as the one who invited her to join, 2-7. 

He had been in Area Opaca all along, watching her, but he had only shown up now… 

As she realized this, Eleanor’s tears fell like pearls off a string, unstoppably. 

She gradually gripped Bernard’s shirt, her face wet with tears, her gaze fixed on him, “Were you injured somewhere, that you weren’t able to come home, to contact me, to see me?” 

One tear after another fell, piercing Bernard’s heart, making it hard for him to breathe 

He raised his hand, gently wiped away her tears, and shook his head, “No, I broke my promise, I’m sorry.” 

Eleanor didn’t believe him, tried to reach for his head, but he grabbed her wrist. 

Without any explanation, Bernard gripped her hand and headed towards the exit. 

Eleanor followed behind him, looking at the back of his head, his thick hair still there, without any sign of brain surgery. 

He hadn’t lied to her. Eleanor, her eyes blurred with tears, looked at the silent Bernard, her heart shrouded in fog. 

Without wasting any time, Bernard quickly pushed her towards the exit, uttering one word, 

“Leave.” 

To Eleanor, that one word was as cold as the written word on the note he left her, chilling her to the bone, making her feel cold all over. 

Seeing Bernard push her towards the exit and then turn to leave, Eleanor, not even having time to feel heartbroken, rushed towards him, throwing herself into his arms, clinging to his strong waist. 

“Honey, I’m sorry, I wasn’t questioning you, I just didn’t understand why you were here all this time, and why you only came to see me now. I was a little angry, but I don’t blame you. I know it’s hard to come home, and I know you must have a reason for not being able to. Please don’t make me walk alone. Can we go home together?” 

Her cheek against his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing his heartbeat, smelling his scent, all the tension and longing of the past 150 days and nights poured out, making her cry as if she were a helpless child. 

The frail figure in his arms was the woman Bernard had been longing for, the woman he thought he would never see again after his surgery, the woman he had broken his promises to, and the woman he had to let go of at this moment.