A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1432
Despite his restlessness, Bernard restrained himself. Between passionate kisses, he would ease off, even using his prominent
nose to nuzzle against Eleanor’s cheek, seeking her favor.
“Five more minutes of kissing, okay?” he bargained.
Eleanor, panting delicately, felt a heat coursing through her-a consequence of her pregnancy hormones, no doubt. It was a
warmth that quickly turned into a blaze, rivaling even Bernard’s intensity, “You’re injured; don’t move around too much.”
She pushed him gently to lie back, but Bernard, with a swift motion, caught her wrist and then wrapped his arm around her waist.
With a bit of strength, he pulled her onto his body.
He didn’t ask Eleanor for permission this time. Lifting his hand, he cradled the back of her head and pressed down, capturing her
red lips once more accurately.
Amid their tumbling, Eleanor felt Bernard’s arousal against her, and the thought made her cheeks burn even redder.
Despite considering his injury and their unborn child, they didn’t take it further, but it was a lengthy entanglement nonetheless.
Eleanor’s clothes were nearly ruined by Bernard’s eager hands.
“Honey,” he murmured seductively, nibbling on Eleanor’s earlobe. “I want you.”
Eleanor, feeling her resolve weakening, quickly shifted away from his sensitive touches. “You can wait.”
Bernard, trying to contain the tension in his lower abdomen, knew they could resume their intimate moments six months into the
pregnancy, but with his injury, they had to wait. “Not until you’re healed,” she insisted.
Although he appeared flushed with desire, he had lost a great deal of blood from the gunshot wound, and it was no time for such
physical exertions.
Bernard, usually indifferent to his own injuries, was holding back not for his sake but for the baby’s. He was afraid he might lose
control and harm Eleanor.
Gritting his teeth against his overwhelming desire, Bernard released Eleanor, creating a small distance between them, then
looked at her with her flushed face, saying, “I should be healed in about twenty days. During that time, I’ll have a nutritionist take
care of you.”

He quickly clarified, “Not for that-it’s because you need to be taken care of right now.”
Bernard was concerned about Eleanor’s weight loss. He longed to provide her with the very best the world could offer in hopes
of restoring her well-being.
With a smile, Eleanor reached out and looped her arm through his. “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
Bernard soon called Aidyn to arrange for a nutritionist, who developed a meal plan based on Eleanor’s health needs. Within the
short span of those twenty days, Eleanor regained her rosy complexion, and though she didn’t gain much weight, she looked
healthier than before. Bernard’s shoulder, wounded by a bullet, was also healing well.
They were supposed to stay in the hospital for another week for observation, but Bernard was adamant about not staying any
longer. Aidyn expedited their discharge.
Their private jet back home was scheduled for the following afternoon, so they spent the night at a hotel. Eleanor’s belly had
grown noticeably, and Bernard, worried about her comfort while bathing, insisted on helping her.
Bernard, who valued cleanliness and preferred to do things himself, prepared the bath with great care before gently lifting
Eleanor into the warm water. He sat by the tub, tenderly washing her skin.
However, as he bathed her, Bernard’s fingers began to wander, sliding from her lower back to her chest. Upon his touched her,
his body immediately tensed, his throat turning dry and itchy.
“Honey, I’m all healed.” he rasped.
Hearing his husky voice, Eleanor knew exactly what he was asking. She couldn’t help but smile down and whisper, “Gently...”
With her words, Bernard, like a wild stallion unleashed, eagerly joined her in the tub.
As the broad-shouldered man leaned over her, Eleanor placed her hands against his firm abs.
“Not here, it’s too hard,” she protested gently.
“I know,” Bernard said with just three words before lifting her from the water. He didn’t care about the wetness as he carried her
to the bed, kissing her all the while.
He had done his research. Tonight, he would be gentler than ever before.

And indeed, his tenderness made the experience all the more pleasurable for Eleanor. Afterward, she found herself unable to let
go, wrapping her arms around his waist, unwilling to part.
“Let’s do it again?”
Eleanor meant to resist. But after such a long hiatus, their restraint was thin.
She hesitated for just a second, and that was all Bernard needed to begin anew. With soft caresses, he kissed her lips, her and
then gently touched her in places that made her melt.
Bernard always knew just how to please her, and it didn’t take long for Eleanor to become pliant under his touch. ears,
“Darling...” she murmured.
“Hmm?” he responded, as Eleanor blushed deeply, unable to voice her desires, only uttering broken sighs.
Bernard was always attuned to her needs in these moments, instinctively increasing his intensity.
Eleanor suddenly felt overwhelmed and arched her back. Fearing she might overexert herself, Bernard quickly supported her
waist with one hand, continuing to cherish her with the other.
Despite his care, Bernard still longed for more satisfaction, which he pursued with relentless tenderness.