A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1001

The folks in the ward quieted down, with a good number of eyes trained on Robin on the hospital bed.

Having a thing for another man's wife? Not exactly something to brag about, right? Robin can't be that desperate for a woman, can he?

Robin's heart skipped a beat, but only for a moment. He quickly masked his feelings.

"I'm not blind, you know."

He shot Bernard a quick glance, his face brimming with obvious distaste as if Eleanor was some kind of demon.

Bernard stared into Robin's eyes, trying to read him. All he got was disdain and contempt.

"So why on earth would you want her to take care of you then?"

Robin crossed his arms nonchalantly, lifting his chin as he responded.

"We owe her mom a favor. I wanted to make it up to her, strengthen ties, give her something back."

With that, Robin looked at Bernard again, not sure if he was hiding something or just trying to put him at ease. He didn’t beat around the bush.

"Turns out her mom isn't part of our family after all, but she grew up with us. You could say we're cousins."

Bernard's icy gaze remained fixed on Robin, almost as if he could peer into his soul. Despite his heart racing, Robin refused to avert his eyes, allowing Bernard's intense stare to continue. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Bernard withdrew his cold gaze and issued a warning in a detached manner, "You better not have any ulterior motives, or else I'll break your legs!

As the suspicion in Bernard's eyes gradually faded, Robin felt an overwhelming sense of relief, though he couldn't quite understand why. After all, he didn't even have any feelings for Eleanor. He only recalled her face, so why did he experience guilt in front of Bernard?

This perplexing feeling bothered Robin. "Do you think your wife is some kind of treasure? That everyone should adore her the way you do and treat her like she's some precious gem?"

Bernard flicked his sleeve, "The best treasures in the world can't compare to my wife. You could only be jealous."

Robin nearly exploded, "Jealous? Me, the head of the Spencer family, jealous of you?!"

He asked thrice in a row, but Bernard couldn’t care less, even chuckling, "Who knows?"

Robin turned red with rage, "We’re on par in terms of family background and looks, what do I have to be jealous of?!"