A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 600

Who'd have thought this guy would be so hot to trot, cooping her up in No. 8 Mansion, night after night?

By the end of the week, Eleanor was exhausted. Her body so tired her legs were shaking. And yet this man was still not satisfied. He made her try all kinds of new positions.

This was just after a successful proposal. She could only imagine what the wedding night would be like.

What worried her more was that he was feeding her all kinds of health supplements for her body. It was bad enough that she had to deal with his insatiable desire, now she had to eat these nasty things too.

Those things were truly disgusting. Couldn't he taste them himself?

Eleanor lay on the bed and glared at the man who was feeding her, "Can't we just order takeout?"

Bernard wiped away the soup stain on her mouth with a napkin, "Takeout isn't healthy; you should eat what I make."

Eleanor reluctantly decided to bottle up her resentment for now, forcing herself up when she felt somewhat recovered.

She went to the kitchen. She cooked a very salty dish herself, and proudly served it to Bernard, "Try what I made."

Bernard looked at the dish, with undissolved salt still on it, and nonchalantly put it in his mouth.

"Do you have no taste buds?" Eleanor curiously watched him eat without any reaction.

Bernard shook his head, his face full of adoration.

"I have taste buds, but..." he paused, "this is made by you, so I'm going to finish it."