A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1398

Chapter 1398 

After Peterson left, Eleanor lingered intentionally, waiting for Yates to catch up. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he appeared, briskly following her. 

He had just dashed out, whispering some instructions to his men in black, then he turned around to find Eleanor had vanished. But there she was, leaning against the porch, seemingly lost in thought, prompting Yates to slow his pace. 

“Eleanor, are you scared?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. 

Head bowed, Eleanor gave a slight nod. “He’s still my biological father, after all. It feels a bit cruel.” 

Yates scoffed, “That man? A father? He abandoned you, killed your mother, and left you to fend for yourself. He’s nothing.” 

Eleanor glanced at him, not bothering to argue, and simply said, “Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant. All this drama is making me uneasy.” 

Yates, oblivious to her underlying feelings, instinctively suggested, “If you’re not feeling well, you should go rest.” 

“Where should I go?” Eleanor asked, seizing the opportunity. 

“You’re now the head of Area Opaca. The control room is yours. Rest there,” Yates replied, decisively. 

Eleanor, who had planned to go there anyway, nodded without a hint of emotion, “Sounds good. There’s a lounge, perfect for a pregnant woman like me.” 

Yates followed her gaze to her belly, harboring Bernard’s child, something he truly wished she wouldn’t bring into the world. But since they had struck a deal, as long as Eleanor remained with the Sharp family, he could maneuver the situation, regardless of the child’s paternity. 

Since it was Yates who told Eleanor to rest in the control room, she went without protest, while Yates was called away on urgent business by his men. He told Eleanor to rest up in the lounge and that he would return to grant her full access rights to the entire area. 

Eleanor obediently agreed with a soft ‘okay’, but as soon as he left, her expression darkened, a storm of complex emotions brewing behind her facade. 

Before long, Peterson arrived, knocking on the door with an armful of spicy snacks. “Pick whatever you like,” he said, offering a comforting smile. 

Eleanor took the snacks, closed the door, then turned to Peterson, “I just wanted an excuse to have a word with you.” 

Peterson took a deep breath, “What do you want to know?” 

After putting away the snacks, Eleanor looked up at him, “I want to know what you know.” 

Peterson looked down at Eleanor, much shorter than himself, “All I know is that your husband is with Area Opaca, and he works for us.” Peterson was reluctant to reveal more, and Eleanor didn’t press him. Instead, she lowered her head to her swelling belly. “Peterson, I grew up an orphan. I don’t want my child to go without a father’s love, like I did.” 

A pang of guilt hit Peterson, sensing the hardships Eleanor must have endured. However, he was raised by his grandfather who had invested so much in him, could he betray his own blood? 

Eleanor raised her misty eyes to Peterson, who was visibly torn. “Before Bernard left, we broke up. If there hadn’t been anything odd about Sophie’s death, I might not have put two and two together, but…” 

She paused, her voice steady, “You don’t have to tell me the truth, Peterson. But I hope we can be sincere cousins, not ones who harbor secrets and deceit.” 

Peterson clenched his fists, still unable to speak, unable to even look at her, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.