A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1486

Chapter 1486

Chapter 1486

Turns out, Bernard’s heart ached, not because she’d lost her memory, but because after the amnesia,

she remembered Garett and not him. In his mind, he must have thought she held Garett dearest in the

depths of her heart.

Indeed, it was Garett she remembered, not Bernard, and even Eleanor herself couldn’t fathom why.

Her pensive silence was a brief stab of sorrow for Bernard, but it was fleeting. Bernard suppressed his

sadness, released her hand, and gently caressed her cheek.

“Forget it, as long as you’re okay, even if Garett is the one you love most, it doesn’t matter.” She had

been through hell to bring their baby into the world, suffered hemorrhaging, complications, nearly

passed away. The fact that she was alive and awake was nothing short of miraculous. Why should he

care who she loved the most?

After all, what Bernard had wished for his entire life was Eleanor’s well-being and their child’s health.

Now that Eleanor was safe and their child out of danger, what did his own slight feelings matter?

Eleanor didn’t expect Bernard to let go without an answer, that he would even… accept that she might

love Garett more, and he wouldn’t mind.

Looking at his gaunt face, where every feature was sharply defined from weight loss, Eleanor slowly

turned her palm and gripped Bernard’s fingers firmly, “When I loved Garett, all I could do for him was

marry him. But you…

She lifted her other hand to Bernard’s thick hair, her fingertips gliding from his forehead, tracing back

through his locks, “If one day, the chip in your brain took you away, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second to

die with you.”

Her voice carried an unprecedented certainty, as if by magic, it dispelled the loneliness enveloping

Bernard.

He felt, perhaps for the first time, that he wasn’t alone in this world; there was someone willing to love

him with her entire being.

Eleanor never told Bernard who she loved most deep down; she just showed him she was prepared to

die with him. In the face of such steadfast resolve, any other answer seemed trivial.

For Bernard, if Eleanor ever said she didn’t love him, his will to live would crumble. Yet, if she merely

uttered she still loved him, whatever had collapsed, even if it were in the depths of hell, could be rebuilt.

The slight grievances in his heart dissipated with Eleanor’s words, as if his soul had been restored,

shedding the sense of fragmentation and instead filling with fear and concern.

He glanced sideways at Eleanor’s hand in his hair, then suddenly seized it, looking up at her, “Did

Yates tell you about the chip in my brain?”

Eleanor nodded slightly, a trace of loathing in her eyes, “I never imagined he’d develop something so

vile, let alone use you for his experiments.”

Bernard stared at Eleanor, his voice grave, “He must have lied to trigger your memory recovery.

There’s no such thing in this world.”

Even at a time like this, Bernard, not wanting her to die with him, thought to keep secrets from her. He

truly loved her, down to his very bones.

Eleanor didn’t say much more, just pulled her hand away and continued to stroke the back of his head

until she felt a small scar hidden beneath his hair, her eyes welling up as she . asked him, “Is this

where they put it in?”

She didn’t know the extent of Bernard’s pain, that his skull had been forcibly opened, a chip implanted.

If she knew, her heartache for him would be even greater.

Despite the agony he’d been through, he still denied it to keep her from doing something foolish, “Just

a scar from an accident with something sharp.”