A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 18

The faint scent from him mingled with the smell of alcohol, quickly stirring her emotions.

Eleanor felt flustered under his piercing gaze as he got closer, so she shuffled towards the car door.

But the space inside the car was tiny, and she soon found herself backed against the door.

Bernard rested his hand on the window, enclosing the petite Eleanor in his arms.

His icy eyes swept over her before settling on the diamond necklace around her neck.

After a while, a scornful chuckle sounded in her ear, “Looks like your new sugar daddy treats you pretty well.”

He rarely smiled, and usually had a cold expression.

But this smile was even more terrifying than his frosty face.

Eleanor wanted to explain, but the words “new sugar daddy” left her unable to say anything.

Since Josef introduced her as his girl, there was no point in explaining.

Bernard noticed her silence and lack of defense, his expression quickly shifted.

He raised his long hand and grazed it from her cheek, brushing back towards her ear.

The instant his fingers touched her skin, Eleanor shivered uncontrollably.

Bernard’s touch, compared to Josef’s, filled her with fear.

His intense aura made it impossible for her to breathe.

After his fingers passed through her hair, Bernard grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards him. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

He lowered his voice and coldly questioned, “When did your affair with him start? How many times?”

His breath rushed in as the distance closed between them.

Eleanor’s heart raced uncontrollably, but she couldn’t control it.

Cursing herself in her head, she quickly lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes as he tightly gripped her neck.

He stared intently at the love bite on her neck and murmured in a deep voice, “You two just had sex?”

Eleanor turned deathly pale and hurriedly raised her hand to cover the spot Josef had kissed behind her ear, “No, we didn’t do anything.”

“Do you think I’d believe that?”

His gaze was astonishingly cold, making her tremble.

Frightened, Eleanor still forced herself to explain, “Whether you believe it or not, I haven’t done anything with him.”

“Really?”

Bernard chuckled lightly, his smile icy and mocking, “A little check will tell.”

He suddenly yanked her dress open.

Eleanor gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around herself to protect her body.

Before she could ask what he wanted, she clutched Bernard’s shoulders and angrily cursed him as a ba s t ard.

Bernard, however, acted like nothing happened, his long fingers continuing to explore.

“Bernard, have you gone crazy? Let me go!”

Eleanor’s anger tightened her grip on his shoulders, her nails almost digging into his flesh, but he still refused to let go.

Blushing, she gritted her teeth and glanced over to see Aidyn hadn’t entered the car, giving her a shred of dignity back.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

She was furious, but his cold face remained expressionless.

He wanted to verify something.

Eleanor looked at his expression, his eyebrows drawn together in anger.

He always looked like this when angry; she used to be frightened of him, but now, she couldn’t quite figure him out…

“Bernard.”

Eleanor called him, but the man did not respond, still stubbornly continuing to check.

She held his hand, reminding him, “Don’t forget, it was you who abandoned me. In that case, don’t touch me anymore!”

Her voice was very cold, like a snowy mountain in the depths of winter, causing his slender fingers to hesitate for a moment.

When he raised his eyes, the corners were reddish, like a blazing flame, scorching the heart.

“So, selling yourself to Josef means I can’t touch you anymore?”

His voice was very pleasant, crisp and slightly magnetic.

However, the words he uttered made one very uncomfortable to hear.

The term “selling yourself” degraded her dignity to the extreme.

She had once sold herself to him,

changing her dignity, thinking it would change his impression of her if it cost him nothing.

But in his eyes, she still seemed just like a prostitute who could be bought and sold at will.

Agony pierced Eleanor’s heart, but her pale face suddenly lit up with a smile.

“Mr. Laurence.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, “He bought me, so naturally he won’t let you touch me. Wasn’t it you who taught me this rule? Have you forgotten?”

Bernard’s expression darkened, “What did you say?”

Eleanor lifted her chin, whispering softly in his ear, “I just lied to you. Mr. Caporal and I had already slept together multiple times; three last night and twice today. I’m his girlfriend now, so Mr. Laurence, please stop your inappropriate behavior”

The fading smile on Bernard’s face deepened Eleanor’s satisfaction.