A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1077

Bernard knew Eleanor was just blowing off steam, but his heart still stung like hell.

Eleanor was as slow as a snail when it comes to changing shoes. After she finally finished, she grabbed her coat but Bernard didn't come over. She gritted her teeth and stormed out the door.

The moment the door closed, Bernard collapsed onto the couch, his head pounding and seeing stars, unable to get up and chase after her.

He turned his head, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window at the mansion's exterior, watching her small figure gradually disappear into the distance, feeling a deep sense of injustice.

After leaving Fiord Roundabout, Eleanor didn't have any specific destination in mind. She just found a shady spot under a tree to sit and cool off her rage alone.

She sat there for quite a while until she saw Bernard's car whizzing past her. Only then did she look up.

The car had driven a few hundred meters before it suddenly stopped and started to reverse...

Before the car had even completely stopped, the back door was flung open and Bernard jumped out, rushing towards Eleanor.

Seeing her drenched in sweat, he felt a pang in his heart. He squatted down and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingers.

"Babe, it's too hot outside. You might get heatstroke. How about we go home first and we can talk when you've cooled down a bit?"

Even though he was also pissed off, he kept his temper in check and came out to coax her. Eleanor's anger evaporated instantly.

"I didn't come out here to fight with you."

Her voice was laced with a hint of grievance, but it wasn't as sharp as before.

Hearing the change in her tone, Bernard immediately reached out his hand to her.

"Alright, no more fighting. Let's go home together."

Eleanor glanced at his outstretched hand, then got up.

Eleanor left her sweaty hand in his, intentionally rubbing it in. She ran out in a huff and almost passed out from the heat, he should get a taste of it too.

But Bernard didn't show any signs of disgust. He held her hand tightly, helped her into the car, and even wiped her hand dry with a wet wipe.

Seeing how good Bernard was to her, guilt welled up in Eleanor's heart.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have accused you of keeping things from me."

It was because of what she said that Bernard misunderstood, and they ended up hurting each other.