A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1497

Eleanor had been sleeping with Damian every night. Her heart ached at the thought of letting go, but

she was aware that she couldn’t overlook Bernard’s needs. So with a gentle nod, she agreed, “Alright,

after I bathe him tonight, I’ll let Nina tuck him in.”

Bernard’s thick eyebrows lifted in a pleased arch. He reached out to stroke his son’s cheek, but

Damian turned away, clung to Eleanor, and buried himself in her embrace, denying his father even a

touch.

Bernard’s hand paused mid-air, a moment of stiffness, then playfully swatted at Damian’s little bottom.

The boy squirmed in protest, clearly resisting.

Bernard saw right through his son’s ploy, amused that Damian, so young, could understand his intent.

But understanding was one thing; the boy couldn’t even talk yet, let alone compete for Eleanor’s

attention.

After dinner, Eleanor carried Damian to the bath. With a nanny in the house, she felt guilty for being out

of commission for so long and wanted to make it up to her baby, insisting on doing these things herself.

With Bernard’s help, she bathed Damian, then wrapped him in a soft towel, drying his little head with

another.

The sight of her freshly bathed boy melted Eleanor’s heart. She couldn’t resist kissing the top of his

head. “Honey, look at our little Dame He’s so adorable, I can’t bear to put him down.”

Bernard, who had just fetched pajamas, glanced at Damian sitting contentedly on the changing table.

“Darling, my knee’s been acting up. You’ll have to spend some time massaging it later.”

Eleanor spun around, concern etched on her face. “Then you should lie down in the bedroom. I’ll come

and massage it for you after I put the baby to sleep.”

Ignoring her advice, Bernard strode over, scooped up Damian in his arms, and declared, “I’ll put him to

bed.”

Damian, his tiny body wrestled into submission by a firm hand on his shoulder, wriggled in vain. Arms

weren’t a match for legs, and soon Bernard carried him off to Nina’s room.

Bryson had set up an extra crib in Nina’s room, after hearing the sleeping arrangements. Bernard,

wanting to lay his son down, found himself trapped in a tight hug around his neck. But the old trick of

clinging on only worked so well; if his father wanted to hold him, then he’d have to hold on tight.

Bernard was eager to return to his wife. Without waiting for Eleanor to get settled, he scooped her up

and placed her on the bed. “Darling, tonight, I need more than just a few times.”

Eleanor, pinned down, looked up at him kneeling beside her. “Can your knee handle this?”

Bernard swallowed hard, a deep grunt escaping him as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. “Darling, we Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

should use protection.”

Worried about another pregnancy, Bernard had stocked up on condoms, filling the nightstand drawers

to the brim. Eleanor was too embarrassed to look, but Bernard grabbed her hand, guiding her to fetch

one.

As she fumbled with the packet while warding off her feverishly undressing husband, Bernard’s voice

dropped to a husky whisper in her ear, “Use your teeth.”

Although Eleanor thought it was a bit kinky, she obliged, biting open the wrapper with her teeth.

Bernard, watching intently as she tore the package, suddenly nipped her earlobe. “Just wait,” he

murmured.

Eleanor couldn’t handle the sensation of Bernard nibbling her ear, a tender spot for her. She tried to

squirm away, but he pinned her wrists and impatiently stripped off her lingerie, then bent his head to

kiss her chest…

Sensitive as her ears were, this spot was even more so. A few playful bites and Eleanor melted under

him…