A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1046

Through the expansive window, Peterson observed as the pair outside diverged into separate paths. He gave the drink in his hand a gentle swirl, remarking, "So, they've finally chosen their different roads."

Bernard trailed his gaze, casting a glance through the window. There was a slight change in his expression, though it wasn't unexpected.

"My sister has always been firm about her desires," he noted, his voice carrying a hint of admiration and perhaps, resignation. "She relentlessly pursues what she wants and once it's no longer necessary, she doesn't falter in letting go - be it material possessions or emotions."

Peterson raised his glass in a nonchalant toast, taking a subtle sip. A hint of a smile traced his lips, "You knew I'd witness this scene, yet you still chose this venue. What's your angle?"

He was, after all, in the midst of discussing a possible marriage alliance with Sigrid. Under such circumstances, wouldn't it have been more prudent for Bernard to shield her past?

"Anything hidden is bound to be revealed sooner or later. I would prefer that you learn about this from me rather than from a less reliable source," Bernard asserted.

His gaze drifted back to the window, focusing on the figure making its way to a car.

"As for whether you want to continue with the marriage after knowing this, that's up to you."

Peterson's smile deepened.

"My decision isn't what matters, it's all up to your sister."

With that, Peterson gave Bernard a thoughtful look.

"Honestly, I quite like your attitude. It's just a shame you're a man."

Bernard scowled, disgust flashing in his eyes. Seeing this, Peterson burst into laughter.

"I'm just messing with you, I don't have a specific preference for gender."

Bernard set his glass down heavily on the table, his face cold.

"The last person who claimed they didn't have a gender preference ended up falling for my wife."

"Oh?"

Peterson suddenly became interested, leaning forward slightly.

"Who's got the guts to make a move on your wife?"

Bernard, lounging on the sofa, shot him a cold glance but didn't answer.

Peterson wasn't upset. He muttered to himself, "I guess your wife must be quite a looker. Is that why you're keeping her hidden and not letting me see her?"

Bernard heard what Peterson was implying, but he didn't care and had no intention of explaining.

He withdrew his cold gaze and stood up. "You'll see her after you marry Sigrid."

Interesting. To meet Bernard's wife, he'd have to marry his sister first. Talk about a catch.