A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 19

Bernard, tall and well–built, suddenly froze.

His gaze was icy, as if it could freeze someone on the spot.

After staring at her for a while, he quickly pulled out his hand, tore off a dozen tissues and frantically wiped his fingers.

Seeing his actions, Eleanor couldn’t help but giggle, “Mr. Caporal already told you that we had been intimate before, why did you still have to check for yourself?”

She had a smile in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, showing no signs of embarrassment or anger, but rather an enchanting

aura.

Her nonchalant attitude and repeated provocations finally set off the usually well–mannered Bernard.

He threw away the torn tissue in his hand and tightly pinched her chin.

He used all his strength, and Eleanor’s chin immediately turned red.

Eleanor’s face turned pale from pain, while Bernard ignored her expressions and got even closer to her face.

“Didn’t I tell you that I don’t allow anyone to touch things that I have used?”

His eyes were fierce, and his grip on her chin tightened, as if wanting to crush it.

This was the first time that Eleanor had seen Bernard so angry, and she was slightly taken aback.

It wasn’t that she deliberately provoked him, but his repeated insults led her to fight back this way.

But she didn’t expect him to get this mad. Wasn’t he supposed to not care about her? Why was he so angry?

Enduring the pain, Eleanor locked eyes with him and mustered the courage to ask, “Does it actually matter to you whether I’ve been involved with someone else? Does that mean you have feelings for me?”

Having spent five years with Bernard, she had never witnessed him lose his composure like this. Could it be that he had some level of affection for her, even if it was minimal?

With this glimmer of hope in her heart, she stared at him intently, searching for any hint of warmth in his eyes.

Yet, all she encountered was emptiness, accompanied by disgust and contempt.

“Do you not understand what truly matters to me?” Bernard retorted coldly, extinguishing the flicker of light in Eleanor’s eyes.

Of course, she knew what Bernard cared about; she just couldn’t accept it.

When you love someone for a long time, you always want some return, even the slightest bit.

But Bernard was different from ordinary people; he had an obsession with cleanliness.

It would be difficult for someone with this kind of obsession to accept that something they used to touch had been touched by someone else.

He was so angry simply because he found it dirty.

Eleanor forced a self–mocking smile, “I guess I just assumed that

you

liked me.

But…”

She paused and continued with a smile, “I asked you before if I could have a boyfriend, and you said I could do whatever I wanted. If I have a boyfriend, it’s normal for him to have sex with me, isn’t it? You’re not going to forbid him, are you?”

Bernard’s expression faltered, his face even colder.

Seeing him speechless, Eleanor suddenly mustered the courage to touch his face, from his eyebrows to his cheeks, gently and carefully.

This was the man she had loved for five long years. How could she bear to hurt him?

But he didn’t love her, not even a little bit. Why couldn’t she just let go?

As she stared at him, Bernard suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.

“Don’t touch me!”

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He said coldly, “You’re impure!”

Although she knew he would react this way, hearing him say again that she was impure still hurt her deeply.

Biting her lip and holding back her emotions, she glanced at the hand that was still tightly holding onto her wrist.

“If you find me so disgusting, why are you still holding onto my hand? Is it because you can’t bear to let me go?” She smiled brightly, looking carefree, as if her previous obedient behavior had all been an act and the person in front of him now was

the real her.

The fierceness in Bernard’s eyes disappeared, replaced by indifference.

Without hesitation, he pushed her away, “Get out!”

Eleanor was pushed to the car door, her fixed hair now disheveled, looking utterly disarrayed.

But she didn’t care, she brushed her messy hair behind her ear, picked up her torn clothes and put them back on.

After fixing her clothes, she pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Just as she was about to leave, Bernard called out to her.

Eleanor’s footsteps froze, and when she turned around, her face broke into a grin, “Mr. Laurence, surely you can’t actually be unwilling to let me go, right?”

Bernard didn’t even glance at her as he threw the check in his hand at her face.

“For the five years you’ve been with me, this is the service fee deserve.”