Chapter 404
In the swimming pool, ripples danced on the clear water surface.
The man pinned the woman against the pool wall, his charming voice breaking the silence, “Eleanor, you haven’t said you love me yet”
Saying “I love you” was a promise. Once spoken, it was like a pledge to the one you love.
Eleanor, lacking courage, looked at the bright moonlight in the night sky, feeling a bit lost.
Bemard, hugging the woman tightly in front of him, quietly waited for her to say ‘I love you‘, but the response never came.
He chuckled bitterly, “Guess I was asking for too much.”
Eleanor opened her mouth to say something, but the man had already lifted her up, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the bathroom.
That night, Bemard didn’t say much, just held her tightly from behind, as though that was enough.
Eleanor glanced back at him a few times, but he seemed quiet. It wasn’t until she was tossing and turning and unable to sleep, that he slowly opened his eyes.
He gently stroked her back, coaxing her to sleep. “Eleanor, go to sleep. I’ll take you somewhere tomorrow”
Eleanor slowly fell asleep to his whispers and entered a restless dream.
She couldn’t remember the dream, but she woke up looking a bit dazed.
Bemard didn’t notice her well–hidden emotions. After feeding her breakfast, he took her to the horse–riding ground.
Eleanor thought they were just going to ride horses and relax, so she only put on light makeup. Little did she know he was taking her to meet his friends.
Bemard’s friends were all nobles from around the world, including some of mixed rac
They were all very tall,good–looking, and very nice to her.
After exchanging a few words with them, Eleanor’s view was blocked by a tall figure.
Bernard’s actions made one of the guys laugh, “The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to lose. Chillax.”
The guy patted his shoulder and waved to the others, “Gentlemen, now that we’ve seen the lady. Let’s give them some space.”
The bunch of noble in their riding gear finally looked away from Eleanor, grabbed ther black helmets, and headed to the horse range.
When they left, Eleanor looked up at Bernard in surprise, “You have friends?”
Hearing this, Bernard said, “What? You think I shouldn’t have friends?”
Realizing her words might have been misunderstood, Eleanor quickly waved her hands to explain, “No, I just thought you’re usually…”
His usual aura made people keep their distance.
It was hard to believe that someone with such a cold demeanor, who rarely spoke of laughed, could actually have friends.
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The readers' comments on the novel: A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)
Loved the story, many times caught in so much actually crying with the situation. Wish had more chapters to a better ending....
It's weird that the story went from narrative to slang use. Good story so far though...