Chapter 323 âDo I need your money, yours and Garettâs? Why insult me with money?!â
âIâve let go, why would you and him provoke me? Is it that you want to drive me to death?â
After shouting. Bemard pressed against her forehead, asking, âEleanor, would you only be happy if Iâm dead...?â
Upon hearing this, Eleanor lifted her eyes to look at him, âWhat do you want me to do? You spent so much money on me, itâs like a stone pressing on my heart. Donât you know that the pressure is choking me? I have no choice but to repay you...â
Bernard gently shook his head, âI donât want your money, I want you. Eleanor, I want you, please come back to me...â
His voice was full of pleading, staring at her, hoping she would obediently reply with a âokayâ like before.
But she didnât react, just calmly looking at him, âBernard, forget about me.â
Her voice was icy cold, seemingly determined, never to look back.
Bernard opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet unable to make a sound.
His eyes red, he asked her in a low voice, âEleanor, why are you so cruel to me? Do you really not have a heart?â
Eleanorâs face turned pale instantly, and after a few seconds, she laughed.
âI donât have a heart. My heart has long been dug out, I donât even know where it was thrown...â
Seeing her despairing smile, Bernard realized what he just said.
He helplessly pulled her into his arms, holding her, saying, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I misspoke. I was talking nonsense, itâs my fault, you can hit me, scold me...â
Eleanor tried to push him away, but he tightly held her in his arms, immobilized...
He buried his head in her neck, pleading in her ear, âEleanor, I know everything I did before was wrong. I hurt you, itâs my fault. I know I was wrong, could you please come back?â
As tears fell on her neck, Eleanorâs eyes also turned red, âIâm sorry...â
A Second Chance At Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)
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She didnât say anything else, just an apology, which meant she was still firmly choosing Garelt.
Bernard held her tight in his arms, as if she wouldnât leave him that way.
But he knew that from the moment he ended the agreement, she would never look back.
He slowly let go of her, cupped her face with his hands, lowering his head reluctantly, gently kissing the corner of her lips, âWhen is the wedding?â
After Eleanor turned her head to avoid his kiss, she calmly replied, âNext Tuesday.â
Bernard smiled and gently nodded, âOkay, next Tuesday, Iâll see you off to your wedding.â
Eleanor looked at him in shock, âBernard, donât be like this, Iâm not worth it.â
Bernard raised his hand, stroking her face, gently comforting her, âEleanor, darling, let me do one last thing for you...â