A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 47

The man took off her clothes, picked her up, and kissed her against the wall.

His actions were domineering, yet Eleanor was like a doll, allowing him to manipulate her to his wishes.

The man held her and kissed her for a while, perhaps finding it a bit boring, so he pinched her waist.

“Ouch…”

Eleanor cried out in pain, opening her mouth, and the man immediately seized the opportunity to attack.

His kiss was still wild, but his movements were much gentler than before, as if he understood her body very well,

The thought made her want to slap herself. How could she think like this?

But…

She thought she might be going crazy.

The man playfully nibbled on Eleanor’s earlobe, causing her face to instantly flush with heat. Was he intentionally teasing her? She pinched her palm, forcing herself to regain her composure.

She had anticipated that the man would leave once he was satisfied, but instead, he carried her to the bathroom.

After tidying up, he held her in bed, embracing her and gently patting her back to help her fall asleep.

In his embrace, Eleanor still couldn’t believe what happened, “Are you…”

Instead of answering her question, the man caressed her hair, “Go to sleep.”

His tone was so gentle as if he was talking to his girlfriend. But they were forced to get together, how could they cuddle like some loving couple?

Eleanor tried to distinguish his features but it’s too dark in th room. Are you kind of ugly? Is that why you won’t show your face?”

If the man really liked her, he could pursue her under the light instead of what they were doing now.

“Or maybe your face is full of pimples?” Eleanor kept asking at his silence.

If the room had been illuminated, one would have witnessed a look of helplessness on the man’s face.

He grasped Eleanor’s hand and guided it to his face, allowing her to feel his features. Eleanor quickly realized that his skin was smooth and firm, devoid of any blemishes.

Moreover, his face possessed distinct and sharp angles.

The only man she had encountered with such a facial structure was Bernard.

She really suspected this was him, since the touch and the tone of voice were very much like Bernard.

But Bernard clearly didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, how could it be?

Eleanor took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to ask, “Are are you Bernard?” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The man’s hand patting her back paused slightly, “Do you hope that am him?”

He didn’t admit or deny it, but instead threw the question back at Eleanor.

She thought for a moment, if he were Bernard and she said she hoped so, he probably wouldn’t get angry.

If she said she didn’t want this man to be him, given Bernard’s temperament, he would likely get angry. Eleanor wanted to test him, so she replied, “I hope not.”

-The man had no reaction, instead he snorted coldly, “Since you can’t sleep, let’s do it again.”