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Chapter 248
He reached out to touch her face, but she backed away in terror.
Eleanor stared blankly at his right hand, as if she had some kind of psychological trauma. Fear shone
in her pupils,
Seeing this, Bernard seemed to understand something. He quickly withdrew his hand and told her,
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t lay a finger on you again.”
Eleanor’s effort to maintain a calm expression suddenly crumbled. “Stay away from me.”
Bernard gently shook his head. “Eleanor, I can’t leave you”
Eleanor’s face darkened. Twe told you before, my name is Emilia, not Eleanor! How many times do I
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The coldness in Bernard’s eyes began to redden. “Am you… really not her?”
“Yes, I’m not her
Eleanor raised her delicate face, showing an extremely exaggerated expression
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBernard’s thick eyelashes twitched slightly, his eyes still full of disbrief
He took a step closer to her, cornered her against the wall, and again tried to touch her cheek.
Beleving he was going to force himself on her again, Eleanor desperately pushed him away and turned
to run, but he tightly grabbed her from behind.
His tall figure enveloped her petite form, his firm chest pressed against her back.
Eleanor was angry and struggled nonstop, but the man didn’t let go. His body acted like an
insurmountable barrier.
She suddenly found the situation ridiculous. “Sir, do you have some kind of fetish for married women?”
The man ignored her sarcasm, using one hand to restrain her while the other brushed away her short
hair.
When he undoubtedly felt the small scar on the back of her head, he smiled sightly. Indeed, this was
his Eleanor, he hadn’t mistaken her for someone
But that scar, it stabbed into Bernard’s heart, making his once indifferent and distant eyes become filled
with guilt.
With trembling fingers, he gently touched the scar on the back of her head, sincerely apologizing. I’m
sorry, that slap… cost you your life.
Eleanor turned her head slightly, avoiding his touch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”
She did have a scar on the back of her head after surgery, but she wouldn’t admit it.
Bernard didn’t force her to admit it, but he kept stroking the scar again and again.
Every time he touched it, his heart hurt. The intense pain was unbearable.
His eyes slowly reddened, his voice becoming somewhat h oa rse. “Does it hurt?”
Did it hurt?
It used to.
It hurt so much she had lain on the cold floor, unable to even call for help.
The pain made her lose faith in him and the courage to live.
So much pain that she wanted to see him before she died, but he wouldn’t even answer her calls.
Such pain that went beyond physical suffering wasn’t easily forgotten.
It was precisely because of this pain that she finally saw through Bernard, to see how ruthless he really
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But now this emotionless man was holding her, asking if she was in pain. Wasn’t that funny?
Eleanor’s face went cold, she spoke in a speechless tone. “Five minutes are up. Let go of me
Having her in his arms, how could he bear to let go” “There’s something left to say”
He leaned his exquisitely carved chin on her neck, whispering in her ear. “honey..”
Eleanors face darkened even more. “Don’t call me that!”
That’s what he used to call her when they were making passionate love in bed.
It made her think he loved her and, unable to help herself, she gradually gave her heart to him.
How silly of her to thank someone like Bernard would ever fall for anyone.
She had misunderstood hem before, and now she finally saw through him. She felt that her past self
had been so foolish.
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Bernard was stunned, looking at Eleanor’s reluctant expression.
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