A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361 

The buildings that Emilia Ratliff designed were not only creative but also drop dead gorgeous. 

The best part was that they were filled with a futuristic vibe, like they had been teleported from another era, advanced as hell. 

No wonder Pearce Hooper said that Emilia’s buildings could represent the iconic architecture of every country, every city. 

To achieve what Emilia had might be insanely hard, but.. 

Eleanor grabbed a pen, ruler, and paper, sat in front of her desk, and started sketching on the paper. 

Although it had been so long since she last sketched, thanks to her natural talent from childhood, a few strokes were enough to bring the image to life. 

Eleanor lowered her head, fully engrossed in her drawing, and before long, a unique house appeared on the paper. 

She put down her pen, took a look, and felt a bit mind–blowing. 

She’d never drawn a blueprint before, but after seeing her sister’s blueprints, unique ideas popped into her head, and she could even sketch them out. 

Could it be that she, like her sister, had a knack for architectural design? 

Eleanor was somewhat incredulous, put down the sketch, and proceeded to the next one. 

As she sketched, she suddenly developed a massive interest in architectural drawings and got more and more pumped up 

Eleanor drew all day until Pearce paid a visit the next day. She stopped, stretched, and took her sketches downstairs. 

Pearce was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Hailey, “Hailey, you should fix me a cup of tea since I’m at your place.” 

Hailey crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, giving him a cold stare, “Pearce, you’re not worthy of my tea.” 

Eleanor walked over, interrupting their argument, and handed Pearce the sketch in her hand. 

“Mr. Hooper, what do you think of my sketch?” 

When Eleanor was in a good mood, she called him Mr. Hooper. When she was not, she called him by his first name. Pearce had gotten used to it. 

He thought that someone like Eleanor, who lacked even basic theory knowledge, couldn’t possibly produce a good sketch. 

But when he took Eleanor’s sketch and saw the drawing, he was taken aback, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. 

“Did you draw this?!” 

He stood up excitedly, grabbing Eleanor’s hand tightly. 

Eleanor winced in pain, pushed him away, holding her arm, and nodded, enduring the pain. 

Pearce looked at Eleanor in disbelief, then at the sketch, the more he looked, the more amazed he was. 

“I thought after your sister’s death, I’d never find another person as talented as she was. I didn’t expect you…”