A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 302

Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a little helpless seeing his persistence.

She didn’t accept his friend request, but instead deleted the messages.

When she was about to exit WhatsApp, she saw someone calling Bernard in a group chat with previous clients they had worked with. The group was created by the Ratliff Group’s president’s office to maintain customer relationships, and the people in the group were mostly senior leaders of the group.

She thought the company would remove her from the group after her death, but they didn’t.

The person who wanted to communicate with Bernard was Ryan Mallory, the general manager of the Mallory Group. He seemed to have urgent matters for Bemard, but couldn’t find him, so he spoke in the group chat.

But Bernard would never reply to such a message. He joined this group only because the people from the Ratliff Group had persuaded him in various ways.

Thinking back to the past, Eleanor’s fingers involuntarily clicked on his profile picture. After they broke up, she had blocked him. Now they were no longer friends, but she could still see their previous chat history.

When she opened it, she saw a conversation from three years ago:

[Bernard, you’ve been on a business trip abroad for three months, when are you coming back?] Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

This was the message she had sent him when she was worried that she wouldn’t have enough time to see him back, but he didn’t reply.

As she scrolled up, their conversations were very brief, nothing special.

The only thing that made her feel warm was when he was sick and sent her two messages.

One was: [I miss you]

The other was: [My stomach hurts, come see me]

It was late at night, and she immediately put on her coat, bought medicine. She went to find him after seeing these two messages.

She saw him lying on the sofa, one hand covering his stomach. His tall body slightly curled up, looking very painful.

She brought the stomach medicine to him, and whispered his name.

Hearing her voice, he slowly opened his tightly closed eyes and looked at her.

A moment later, he called her name too, “Eleanor…”

Maybe it was because he was sick that his voice sounded a little softer.

But his softness made her couldn’t help but smile sweetly. “I bought you medicine, can you take it first?”

He shook his head, gently patted the sofa next to him, and said, “Sleep with me for a while.”

She always listened to him, nodded obediently, and then put down the medicine and water in her hand and lay down beside him.

He held her in his arms, looking at her palm–sized face.

After watching her for a while, he asked her, “Why did you come to find me so late at this time?”

She didn’t dare to look at him, just whispered, “I saw the messages you sent me, so.”

He asked her again, “Which message made you come?”

She said it was the one about his stomach ache, and then he didn’t speak anymore.

Seeing that he didn’t speak anymore, she quietly raised her head and glanced at him, just to see him frowning, as if in great pain. She urged him to take the medicine, but he refused, so she gathered her courage and carefully massaged his stomach with her hand.

At that time, she lowered her head and didn’t see his reaction, but she could feel him holding her hand tightly.

That night, he held her, lying on the sofa, doing nothing. He was just holding her tightly in his arms like a lover, and they fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, he was already awake. But he still maintained the same position, not wanting to let go of her.