A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1439

Chapter 1439 

Years later, when Sigrid mentioned Garett, Hailey couldn’t help but ask her what made her fall for him. 

Sigrid would say that every time she saw him sitting alone by the window, gazing at the sprawling fields of wildflowers, she felt a pang of pity for his solitude. 

She believed that when a woman starts to feel sorry for a man, her heart is already on the path to falling for him. She followed her heart, even though she knew that Garett had built walls around himself in his own fortress, leaving no room for anyone else but Eleanor. 

His life, his world, everything he had, belonged solely to Eleanor. Even as Sigrid revealed her feelings for him, Garett rejected her, refusing her care and company from that point forward. 

He preferred to endure the torment of his depression rather than open his heart to any woman other than Eleanor, fearing that he might forget her once again. 

Garett attributed all his regrets with Eleanor to his amnesia, making it impossible for anyone or anything to penetrate his heart or occupy his memory. Even though Garett didn’t love Sigrid, she was willing to stay by his side. She might not have loved him with the same intensity as she had loved Chase, but Garett was the man who made her open her heart again, and that made him special. 

Sigrid was aware that Chase was waiting for her, but she was not one to look back easily. The only thing that might cause her to turn around would be the inevitable farewells and losses that come with the passing of time… 

The saga involving the three of them would be entirely neutralised from Eleanor’s future; hovering over it no more. After all, Eleanor had her own life to live and her own love to cherish. As long as everyone was well and unharmed, that was the best outcome. 

Meanwhile, the present-day Eleanor, after spending time with Hailey, was escorted back to Fiord Roundabout by Bernard. But as soon as they stepped out of the car, they were greeted by the sight of Robin Spencer leaning against the hood. 

The air was getting cooler, and Robin wore a thin black coat. His handsome face was downturned, eyes fixated on his black boots. Strands of his dark hair fluttered in the breeze, betraying a sense of fragility. 

In Eleanor’s memory, Robin was always prideful and aloof, rarely showing such a desolate demeanor. She furrowed her brows, thinking he might have suffered some misfortune. 

Bernard’s expression turned cold when he saw Eleanor’s concern for Robin, and his grip on her hand involuntarily tightened. 

With Garett gone and now Robin appearing, the former was an undeniable presence for Bernard, while the latter should have been insignificant. But this latter had shared life-and-death moments with Eleanor, and now their bond was as strong as the former’s. 

Bernard, exuding a powerful aura, clasped Eleanor’s hand in his, and with firm steps, they approached Robin, “Last time, we agreed to have dinner after the Area Opaca ordeal. I hadn’t even sent out the invitation yet, and here you are, cousin. Why not seize the day? Come join my wife and me for dinner, cousin.” 

His use of ‘cousin’ and my wife’ grated on Robin’s ears like nails on a chalkboard. 

The despondent eyes of Robin blazed with anger at the mention of those words. 

“I’m not your damn cousin! Stop calling me that!” 

Eleanor, seeing Robin’s outburst, immediately retracted any sympathy she had felt. 

“Don’t you swear at my husband!” 

As Bernard prepared to scold Robin, Eleanor stepped forward, positioning herself protectively in front of him. The sour taste in his mouth started to dissipate. 

“Indeed, he is your cousin, and I am your cousin-in-law. That’s an undeniable fact.” 

Robin, ready to retort, lost his fire at Eleanor’s words, his anger quelled. 

“So… from the beginning, you only saw me as Bernard’s cousin?” His eyes filled with a grievance that Eleanor couldn’t ignore as she frowned once more. 

“If not as a cousin, then what should I consider you?” Her counter question silenced Robin, robbing him even of the right to be angry.