A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

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Chapter 1341

Robin followed his gaze to the figure sprawled on the hospital bed, lost in deep thoughts. It was

Eleanor. He spoke softly, wary of disturbing her, “Why are you here for her?”

Peterson, í

únder Robin’s scrutinous gáze, paced into the room with long strides.

“She was working on a project for my grandfather, but there’s an issue with the blueprints. I came to

discuss revisions.”

Peterson eyes moved from Robin to Eleanor, who was in peaceful sleep.

“Coincidentally, I was visiting a friend in the next room and noticed her here. What happened to her?”

Robin knew Eleanor was an architect, so he didn’t find Peterson’s explanation suspicious. However, he

retained a hint of caution in his response.

“She’s pregnant and her body isn’t holding up well. She’s here for prenatal care.”

Peterson looked surprised, seemingly unaware of Eleanor’s pregnancy. He cast a glance at the IV bag

hanging beside her bed, “I see…”

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Robin nodded and said, “She doesn’t have the energy for projects right now. Please, Mr. Peterson, you

should go.”

Peterson looked at Robin, who stood unwaveringly by Eleanor’s side. His eyes, deep as a lake, were

filled with melancholy, “Alright, I’ll come back when she’s awake.”

Peterson turned and left the room, his appearance seemingly just a coincidence

Eleanor, under the influence of the medicine, slept soundly, unaware of Peterson’s visit.

However, she was trapped in a nightmare, her forehead and back slick with cold sweat.

In her dream, she was repeatedly pushed away by Bernard, falling to the ground unable to get up.

When she finally managed to struggle to her feet, she was pushed into the sea by Sophie, Cameron,

and Bernard.

She reached out for help, but Bernard swam away without looking back…

She could only watch his retreating figure and get engulfed by the sea with despair.

“It hurts…” Eleanor clutched her chest, curling into a small ball under the covers.

Robin, watching her, hesitated for a moment before taking her hand into his, “Eleanor, you’re having a

nightmare. Wake up, it won’t hurt when you’re

awake.”

Eleanor, entangled in the nightmare, couldn’t hear his words. She was shivering from the cold.

Robin touched her forehead with his other hand, alarmed by the heat. He quickly rang for the nurse,

“Doctor, she has a fever again, come quickly!”

Eleanor had been in and out of consciousness for several days. Her immune system had weakened

from the cold, causing her to repeatedly fall into fever.

Robin had thought she would improve once she woke up, but her fever spiked again.

The doctor came quickly, examined her, and spoke to Robin, “She has a fever. We’ll start with a cold

compress. If that doesn’t work, we’ll have to administer medication.”

“Will the medication affect the baby?” Robin asked, then felt like he was acting like the baby’s father,

showing such concern. But then he reasoned that it was normal since he had been with Eleanor

throughout the pregnancy.

While he was comforting himself, the doctor finished the prescription, “We should try to avoid

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medication. Let’s try to lower her temperature first.”

The doctor handed Robin the prescription and left after giving thorough instructions.

Robin didn’t delay. He quickly called a nurse and left the room.

As he walked out, Hailey and the others rushed over…

Peterson, leaning against the wall of the next room, frowned as more and more people arrived.

“How is Eleanor?” Hailey, her belly protruding with pregnancy, hurried to Robin, supported by Cedric.

“She woke up for a bit, then her fever came back.”

Hearing that Eleanor’s fever had returned, Hailey’s heart clenched. She quickly bypassed Robin and

entered the room.

A nurse was helping Eleanor cool down. Cedric, feeling it inappropriate for him to be there, let Hailey

go in alone.

Hailey looked at Eleanor’s pale and skinny face, her heart aching.

She moved to Eleanor’s side, sitting down and taking the towel from the nurse, I’ll wipe her forehead.

You can help with the rest.”

“Okay.” The nurse agreed and moved to the other side of the bed, lifted Eleanor’s clothes, and began

to wipe her back.

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