A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 219

Eleanor lowered her eyes, looking at the person who was lying on her. From this angle, all she could see was a head full of thick hair. She didn't know what he wanted to do. She couldn't move, so she could only stare at him. He seemed to sigh softly, mumbling weakly, "Why couldn't you just wait for me a bit longer?" His voice was filled with sadness, as if he had lost the most important person to him, mired in the past and unable to let go.

Eleanor was beginning to understand. Her heart had been replaced, most likely with the heart of Ethan's beloved. No wonder he told her during the day that since she was awake, she should live on behalf of her. It turned out he wanted her to live in place of his loved one.

Ethan, lying on top of her, could feel that her heart rate was faster than when she was sleeping, and guessed that she was awake. He slightly raised his head, and in the moment of close eye contact with her, a trace of ruthlessness suddenly emerged from the depths of his deep eyes. He seemed very unwilling for her to wake up. Looking into her eyes, his gaze was icy cold.

Almost without any hesitation, he picked up a euthanasia syringe and slowly approached Eleanor, "I don't like it when you open your eyes, it's better to kill you." Now, she could confirm that this man had some sort of mental problem. She calmed down, quietly looking at him. Having already died once, she was not actually afraid of death.

He seemed to perceive her lack of fear. The hand holding her arm paused slightly, then made eye contact with her for a moment. Unsure of what he was conflicted about, he suddenly put down the syringe, let out a heavy sigh, "Never mind, at least her heart is still here."

Eleanor blinked, wanting to ask him what kind of relationship this "her" had with her. She also wanted to ask why, after searching for so long for a heart donor and not finding one, a heart donor suddenly appeared when she was dying?

Ethan seemed to see the confusion in her eyes. He put down the syringe, sat up straight, leaned back on the sofa chair, propping his head with one hand as he looked at her, "Do you want to know why you're still alive?"

Eleanor wanted to reply, but due to the long coma, her body functions hadn't recovered quickly enough, and she could only make "ah" sounds. Thinking of Ethan saying her voice was unpleasant, she wisely stopped making that sound, and simply blinked in response.

"The person who saved you, when she found out your heart was failing and you were about to die, ended her life prematurely," he revealed. "I respected her wishes. When you were sent to the cemetery, I swapped you out and transplanted her heart into your body."

"George said that even with a new heart, you might not survive. But unexpectedly, you actually lived," he continued. "However, now that you're alive, she has taken your place and lies forever in the cold cemetery." His voice darkened as he finished, his body engulfed by sadness.

Eleanor was somewhat lost, she blinked at Ethan, encouraging him to continue. But he didn't say anything more, his gaze shifting to her heart, regret evident in his eyes.

"Have you ever loved someone deeply?" he suddenly asked, shifting the topic, causing Eleanor to fall silent, her expression gloomy.

Once, maybe. But when he had Sophie answer her phone just before she died, she had completely given up.

"Was it a man named Garett?"

Eleanor was shocked. Ethan knew about Garett?

Ethan put down the hand that was supporting his head, sat up straight, and looked at her. "I have some unfortunate news to tell you. He thought you were dead and shot himself at your grave."

Eleanor froze, her eyes wide. She stared at Ethan in disbelief, trying to discern the truth from his face. Seeing her disbelief, Ethan took out his phone, pulled up a news article from two years ago, and showed it to her.

"Shocking news, the President of the Clowers Group, Jason, committed suicide at the cemetery!"