A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

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Chapter 1268

Just a single sentence already soothed Eleanor’s anxious heart, but for some reason, tears started

streaming down her face, dotting the letter in her hands.

“How’s he doing over there?”

She asked, sobbing, to the stranger who delivered the letter.

Seeing Eleanor’s tear-streaked face, the man hesitated for a moment, then gave a nod

“He’s doing well, don’t worry.”

“When is he coming back?”

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Where is he, can I go see him? ..”

Before Eleanor could finish, the man interrupted her.

“Ms. Shultz, I have other matters to attend to, I can’t stay and chat, excuse me.”

Without waiting for Eleanor’s reply, he quickly turned around and hopped into his car

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Eleanor clutched the letter, standing still, watching the car speed away…

Across the road, another car hidden under the trees also started up and drove off.

Cedric, who was in the car, glanced back at the fading figure of Eleanor.

He knew Eleanor would never guess that the one offering her comfort would be him.

Bernard had long arranged for him to go to her. There was never a real letter carrier.

Cedric looked down at another white envelope in his hand.

He hoped that two months later, this letter would remain in his grip forever.

He also hoped that Bernard would return safely from the dangerous situation as soon as possible.

Eleanor held the letter Bernard gave her, repeatedly comforting herself. If he could send someone with

a letter, it meant he was alive. As long as he was alive, as long as he was okay, what were two months

of waiting?

With this belief, she patiently waited for Bernard at home. Duting this time, Hailey would visit,

accompany her, provide warmth and strength, but none of this could alleviate her longing for her

husband.

Eleanor lost her appetite, her body growing weak. Bryson, seeing her like this, always encouraged her

to eat more, but she had no appetite. Often, she would sit by the window, clutching Bernard’s letter, lost

in thought.

Another month passed, Eleanor once again woke up from a nightmare. Sweat-drenched, she sat up,

leaning against the headboard, clutching her racing heart. The images replaying in her mind were of a

bloodied Bernard…

She had experienced many nightmares, but none as vivid and real as this one.

In her dream, Bernard was locked in a dark room, surrounded by men in black wielding knives, hurting

him. He was tied up, unable to move, and those men were cruelly torturing him…

Eleanor didn’t know if this was her imagination or if Bernard was actually enduring such torment.

All she knew was that her longing had, since the dream, gradually turned into fear. An endless terror

washed over her, making her wish she could fly to Bernard’s side and take on all his pain.

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Each time this thought surfaced, she would clutch Bernard’s envelope even tighter, telling herself that

Bernard was fine since he sent someone to deliver his message. He was okay, he would come back,

so she shouldn’t be afraid, she just needed to be patient and wait a little longer…

In this world, besides her anxious waiting, there were two other women also waiting. One was Gianna,

who knew their lives hung in the balance, and the other was Katharine.

More impatient than Gianna and Eleanor, after two months of waiting, Katharine had had enough. She

marched straight to Eleanor’s house, demanding to see her husband.

“Ms. Shultz, Caleb said he went on a business trip with your husband, but he hasn’t come back yet. He

didn’t even call me, and I can’t reach him. What’s going on?” Hearing that Caleb had also gone with

Bernard, Eleanor, holding a cup, trembled suddenly. If it weren’t for Katharine’s quick reflexes, the

coffee would have spilled all over Eleanor’s legs.

“Why do you look so flustered?”

Katharine felt something was off with Eleanor the moment she walked in. Not only had she lost a

considerable amount of weight, but her eyes were hollow, like a soulless zombie.

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