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Chapter 1263
The rain had been pouring all night, not easing up until early morning.
Bernard looked down at the woman in his arms, holding her for a while before slowly letting go.
He thought Eleanor was asleep, so he slipped out of bed, picked up his clothes and tiptoed out of the
room.
Eleanor, still in bed, opened her eyes and watched his retreating figure.
She heard him telling Bryson to look after her, reminding Scott to protect her, warning Nina not to sneak
snacks and admonishing her to listen to Eleanor while he
was away.
He was saying his goodbyes. Eleanor knew this. Yet, compared to her crying and making a fuss ten
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdays ago, she was much calmer now, seemingly accepting the fact that he was leaving.
She lay there for a while, then, swallowing her pain, got up and went to the bathroom. After cleaning
up, she sat at the vanity and put on light makeup, then took out a suitcase and went to Bernard’s
dressing room.
When Bernard returned from a call with Cedric, he saw a silver suitcase on the floor of the dressing
room, and Eleanor, her back to him, was packing neatly folded clothes into the suitcase.
Looking at her small, frail figure, Bernard’s heart ached, but he was rooted to the spot.
After a while, Eleanor finished packing the shirts and was about to start on the pants when she saw the
man behind her in the full-length mirror.
She paused, swallowed her sadness, turned around, and smiled at Bernard, “Honey, I’m packing for
you. Is there anything special you want to take with you? Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”
Bernard lowered his eyelashes, hiding his reddened eyes, walked up to her, and held her tightly in his
arms, “I don’t have anything special I want to take.”
Eleanor could feel his reluctance, forced back her tears, and pushed him away, “Then you go do your
thing. I’ll finish up here, then come find you.”
Bernard wanted to tell her that the servants could do these things, but he knew that Eleanor just
wanted to do something for him before his departure.
He didn’t stop her, just said, “Okay.”
Eleanor smiled at him, “Then go on, get busy.”.
She didn’t want him to see her tears. If they were destined to part, she would send him off in her best
state and let him leave without any worries.
Watching Eleanor, Bernard struggled to control his emotions, clenched his fists, and left the dressing
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmroom. The moment he turned around, Eleanor’s tears fell, landing on the clean suit pants, wetting them
bit by bit.
Bernard stood in the hallway on the second floor, looking back at the dressing room. He wanted to go
back several times, tell Eleanor that he wasn’t leaving, that he would stay and be with her for the rest of
his life, but his rationality stopped him.
Cedric reluctantly arrived at the Fiord Roundabout, seeing Bernard standing on the second floor, he
casually greeted him, “Bro, why’d you drag me here this early?”
His voice got Bernard’s attention. Bernard unclenched his fist, turned around, and quickly walked
downstairs.
“Let’s talk in the study.”
Bernard’s seriousness gave Cedric a sense of unease. Last time, Bernard had said that he would be
away for a while and would tell him where he was going before he left. Was Bernard really leaving?
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