A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1338

In the haze of her thoughts, Eleanor saw Bernard push her away, turning to sweep Sophie into his embrace.

She froze, then charged towards them, but Bernard merely glared at her with furrowed brows.

"We're divorced, Eleanor. Why can't you let go?"

Eleanor stood, disbelieving, gazing up at Bernard who towered over her, "We're divorced?"

Bernard didn't respond, only held Sophie closer, showing her tenderness.

After standing stunned for a while, Eleanor took a step forward. She wanted to separate them, but then saw Bernard lean down to kiss Sophie. At the moment their lips touched, Eleanor's world shattered.

Reeling from the pain, she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the white ceiling, Eleanor realized she'd been having a nightmare, one where Bernard was kissing someone else.

Just as she was sighing in relief that it had only been a dream, she realized she was lying in a hospital bed. She slowly turned her gaze and a familiar face, handsome and aloof, suddenly came into view.

"You're awake?" The man's eyes lit up upon seeing her awake, twinkling like a sky full of stars.

Eleanor stared at him, momentarily dazed, before reaching out to touch his face.

It felt real.

He was alive.

Eleanor's clear eyes welled up with tears, "Robin, you're alive... Thank God..."

Dressed in a hospital gown just like her, Robin gave her a small smile, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Need a hug?"

Looking at the man before her, Eleanor was transported back to the day he'd taken a bullet for her. His recklessness and the sight of his blood had filled her with guilt and gratitude.

She stared at him in silence for a moment before opening her arms.

Without a word, her actions spoke volumes, and the smile on Robin's face grew deeper.

He pushed himself up from his wheelchair, leaning forward to scoop Eleanor into his embrace.

She had only intended for it to be a brief hug, a small comfort after their brush with death, but Robin held her tight, refusing to let go.

Robin resting his chin on her shoulder had a look in his eyes that wasn't quite clear, almost fearful, "I thought you were dead when my father brought you in..."

She had been rushed into the ER, surrounded by doctors and nurses.

He, on the other hand, had been shot and was unable to help. All he could do was sit in his wheelchair, staring at the ER doors.

He had never felt so anxious or scared before, but the panic of that day had shaken him to his core.

Eleanor could feel Robin's fear, and she raised a hand to gently pat his back.