A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 323

“Do I need your money, yours and Garett’s? Why insult me with money?!”

“I’ve let go, why would you and him provoke me? Is it that you want to drive me to death?”

After shouting. Bemard pressed against her forehead, asking, “Eleanor, would you only be happy if I’m dead…?”

Upon hearing this, Eleanor lifted her eyes to look at him, “What do you want me to do? You spent so much money on me, it’s like a stone pressing on my heart. Don’t you know that the pressure is choking me? I have no choice but to repay you…”

Bernard gently shook his head, “I don’t want your money, I want you. Eleanor, I want you, please come back to me…”

His voice was full of pleading, staring at her, hoping she would obediently reply with a ‘okay‘ like before.

But she didn’t react, just calmly looking at him, “Bernard, forget about me.”

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, “Eleanor, why are you so cruel to me? Do you really not have a heart?”

Eleanor’s face turned pale instantly, and after a few seconds, she laughed.

“I don’t have a heart. My heart has long been dug out, I don’t even know where it was thrown…”

Seeing her despairing smile, Bernard realized what he just said.

He helplessly pulled her into his arms, holding her, saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I misspoke. I was talking nonsense, it’s my fault, you can hit me, scold me…”

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, “Eleanor, I know everything I did before was wrong. I hurt you, it’s my fault. I know I was wrong, could you please come back?”

As tears fell on her neck, Eleanor’s eyes also turned red, “I’m sorry…”

She didn’t say anything else, just an apology, which meant she was still firmly choosing Garelt. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Bernard held her tight in his arms, as if she wouldn’t 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, “When is the wedding?”

After Eleanor turned her head to avoid his kiss, she calmly replied, “Next Tuesday.”

Bernard smiled and gently nodded, “Okay, next Tuesday, I’ll see you off to your wedding.”

Eleanor looked at him in shock, “Bernard, don’t be like this, I’m not worth it.”

Bernard raised his hand, stroking her face, gently comforting her, “Eleanor, darling, let me do one last thing for you…”