A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1302

The warmth flooded his senses, causing Robin’s cheeks to flush a brilliant red, even reaching the tips of his ears.

His feelings for Eleanor were always suppressed, hidden away. But as he kissed her, it felt as though he could no longer hold them back. His heart pounded in his chest, but he had to restrain himself. She was already married, already had a child.

He clenched his fist, looking at Eleanor who was glaring at him, her brows furrowed, “It was unintentional.”

Eleanor knew it wasn’t on purpose, but she still shot him a few warning glances, “Be careful.”

Robin hummed a response, pulling a blanket over their heads.

“What are you doing?” Eleanor struggled, trying to push the blanket away, but Robin held onto her hand, “There are cameras.”

Beneath the blanket, Eleanor’s gaze fell on the hand that held her, “What exactly do you want to say?”

Robin leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I believe Bernard is still alive.” His voice was so quiet, so soft, the surveillance cameras wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. But Eleanor heard it loud and clear. His words were as light as a feather, yet they struck her heart heavily, filling her with hope.

Robin leaned in a little closer, “That note was from him. He wants us to leave.”

Eleanor had the same thought. The only person who wouldn’t want to put her in danger was Bernard. But she didn’t understand, why didn’t he come home if he was still alive? Even a phone call to let her know he was safe would suffice.

She didn’t know what predicament he was in. All she did was push the blanket away, staring blankly at the ceiling. She wasn’t sure where the cameras were, she just stared blankly.

If he was alive, and was able to send her a note, this meant he was now part of the shadowy organization, Area Opaca. Perhaps, at this very moment, he was watching her.

“Bernard, if you’re watching me, give me a sign. Let me know you’re still alive, please?” Eleanor prayed in silent.

Upon seeing her blank, hollow gaze, Mr. Nine, watching from a screen, slowly dipped his head, his thick lashes casting a shadow over his eyes.

Next to him, Mr. Quartus glanced at him, tapping a finger on the table, “They seem pretty close, probably a couple, right?”

Without replying, Mr. Nine abruptly stood up, his tone icy, “Return their handcuffs key.”

Mr. Quartus shrugged, “I told you before, the game has started. No one is allowed to enter the game area. How can it be returned?”

“You figure it out.” Leaving those words behind, he turned and left the control room.