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Chapter 386
Bernard held Eleanor’s hand and took her to the top floor of the hotel.
They arrived at a fancy restaurant, which offered a bird’s-eye view of the city’s nighttime scenery below
It seemed like Bernard had booked the entire restaurant just for them. The waters, dressed in tallcoats
and bow ties, were there to serve only them
The energetic manager, dressed in his uniform, handed them an exquisitely crafted menu as they sat
down.
Bernard took the menu and placed it in front of Eleanor, asking. “Eleanor, what would you like to eat?”
Eleanor opened the menu and noticed that it was all in French, which left her feeling a bit lost
Unable to understand the menu and feeling a little embarrassed, she instinctively reached for her short
hair near her ear.
Seeing this. Bernard quickly reached out with his long fingers and took the menu from her
He initially just wanted her to order for herself but didn’t expect it would make her so uncomfortable,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwhich made him feel a bit guilty
He turned to the manager, who was still bent over, and ordered some appetizers and main courses,
then looked back at Eleanor
“Eleanor, for dessert, would you like macarons or egg tarts?” He gave her a choice, hoping she could
shift her attention and not feel so embarrassed
“Eggtarts, Eleanor replied softly
She enjoyed soft and sweet food, and egg tarts were just to her taste.
Bernard nodded, closed the menu, and signaled for the manager to leave them alone.
The atmosphere of restaurant was unique, with the candlelight casting a warm glow on their faces.
Bernard, wearing a white shirt with a slightly open collar, looked even more mysterious and noble in the
dim light.
Holding a wine glass in one hand and sitting on a leather sofa, he gazed deeply at Eleanor, sitting
across from him.
Eleanor kept her head down, staring at her fingers without saying a word, possibly feeling tense and
overwhelmed by the restaurant’s atmosphere.
Bernard looked at her in silence for a while, then snapped his fingers, and the manager immediately
came over
“Sir, what can I do for you?” the manager asked
Bernard whispered a few words in French to the manager, which Eleanor didn’t understand. However,
a moment later, a famous cellist arrived at the restaurant The cellist didn’t bother them, he just nodded
and started playing in the background
As the soothing instrumental music filled the ar, Eleanor’s tense nerves began to relax
Seeing that Eleanor was no longer so tense, Bernard lifted his hand and gently held hers
He didnt say anything, just held her hand tightly, as if holding a precious treasure that he couldn’t bear
to let go
It wasn’t until the waiters began to serve the dishes that he reluctantly let go of her hand.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEleanor quietly enjoyed her meal, while Bernard took mental notes of everything she ate
He had once been cold towards her out of anger and had never paid attention to her food preferences,
something he now deeply regretted
From this moment on, he would pay close attention to her likes and dislikes, hoping to make up for his
past mistakes in this way
His stomach wasn’t very good, so he didn’t eat much, just gazing at her under the candlelight, serene
and beautiful..
Eleanor felt an intense gaze on her and became a bit uneasy, so she looked at Bernard
Seeing that he had hardly touched his food, she couldn’t help but frown. “Is your stomach bothering
you?”
Bernard didn’t expect her to remember his stomach issues, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes,
Tm fine
Eleanor gripped her knife and fork, mustered her courage, and cut a small piece of foie gras before
bringing it to his mouth. Seeing the woman in front of him feeding him, Bernard’s usually cold and deep
eyes gradually turned a shade of pink
He opened his mouth slightly and ate the fole gras Although it wasnt sweet, he felt as if his lips were
filled with sweetness.