A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333 

The door creaked open, revealing a woman sitting quietly on the bed, not wearing the wedding gown he had given her. 

Instead, she was dressed in the wedding gown her fiancé had custom–made for her. The lace details made her look pure and beautiful. 

He clutched the bouquet in his hand, suppressing the pain in his heart, and took a step towards her… 

Eleanor kept her head low, hearing the footsteps, she assumed it was Colter, but when she looked up, she saw a pair of swollen eyes. 

Her heart raced, her face turned pale. 

She had told him not to come, yet he showed up anyway. 

What was she supposed to do? What was Garett supposed to do? And what about him? 

Regardless, Bernard didn’t care. He slowly approached her, knelt on one knee, and offered her the bouquet. 

“Ms. Shultz, I’m sorry. I took Colter’s bouquet, hope you won’t hold it against me…” 

His voice was calm, his manners impeccable, as if he was merely delivering a bouquet, nothing more. 

Eleanor wanted him to leave, but seeing his pale face and his weary eyes, she couldn’t find the heart to say it. 

She was already cruel enough to him… 

She looked at him, not taking the flowers or saying anything. The room was silent. 

Bernard looked at her, deeply, for a while, then lowered his head and held out his hand to take hers. 

He gently opened her clenched hand, placed the bouquet in her palm, and said, “It’s time, I’ll take you to the wedding 

He finished speaking, picked up the heels on the floor, and prepared to help her put them on. 

Eleanor quickly pulled her foot back, her face full of helplessness, “Bernard, don’t…” 

His smile made him look even sadder. 

He didn’t say anything, grabbed her foot, and forcefully put the heel on her, then turned around. 

Eleanor looked at his retreating back, her tears falling, blurring her vision…. 

Bernard was afraid that looking at her again would make him lose his mind. He forced himself to turn around, suppressing the tears in his eyes. 

Seeing the hand on his watch pointing to ten o’clock, he turned around, reached out, and lifted Eleanor. 

He carried her tightly and whispered, “I’ll carry you down…” 

Eleanor resisted, struggling to get down. Bernard, however, stopped, his eyes red and swollen, “Eleanor, can you be a good girl?”