A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1252
Last time Pearce was at the Sharp family’s construction site, Peterson was the one who hosted him. So, he recognized Peterson
and they were on pretty good terms, shaking hands as they met.
“Mr. Sharp, sorry to keep you waiting.”
“No worries.” Peterson brushed it off casually, replying before turning his gaze to Eleanor who was at Pearce’s side.
“Ms. Elena, you’re even more stunning in person than in photos.”
A flash of light crossed his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.
This was Eleanor’s first face-to-face encounter with Peterson, the first time she was really getting a good look at him.
Peterson was a real looker, with chiseled features and a perfect face shape complemented by his healthy, tanned skin. He was
as flawless as a sculpture, with
manners to match.
Beyond his looks, his entire demeanor was top-notch as well. He was graceful and gave off the vibe of a well-bred rich kid.
“Mr. Sharp, you’re even more suave in person than on TV!”
Hearing Eleanor’s compliment, Peterson extended his hand towards her with a smile.
“Let’s make this official then, I’m Peterson.”
Eleanor also reached out to shake his hand, “I’m Emilia.”
Peterson gave a polite nod and let go of her hand, inviting her and Pearce to hop into his car.
Typically, a big-shot family like the North Funland would have chauffeurs, but Peterson was driving himself, very down to earth.
“My grandfather was a strict disciplinarian. He taught us to keep a low profile and not to be too flashy. So, we usually do things
ourselves.”

Peterson explained as he drove, then smiled at Eleanor, “Just because I didn’t hire a driver doesn’t mean we can’t afford your
design fees.”
Hearing this, Eleanor could sense the light-hearted humor in Peterson’s words and started to relax.
She laughed and replied, “Mr. Sharp, you’re pulling my leg. I’m well aware of your family’s financial status.”
Hearing this, Peterson glanced at her and said, “Well, since you’ve already done your homework on my family, I won’t bore you
with the details.”
Eleanor nodded in agreement and didn’t say anything. Peterson then asked, “Ms. Elena, this is your first time in Canada, right?”
“Yes, I’ve never been here before.”
Upon hearing this, Peterson rolled down the car windows and opened the sunroof.
“Get some fresh air and take in the scenery of Canada. We’ll be home soon.”
His considerate care for women was clearly ingrained from a young age. His granddad, Yates, must be a kind-hearted old gent.
Peterson’s car weaved slowly through the wide streets, flanked by dense trees. The natural scenery was very soothing.
Eleanor couldn’t help but gaze at the view outside the window, then glanced at the rear mirror to see a black luxury car tailing
them closely.
She saw it, and so did Peterson, “Why didn’t you invite your friend to join us?”
He looked at Eleanor and asked with a smile, “Are you afraid we might hurt you?”
Caught off guard, Eleanor was a bit embarrassed but she recovered quickly, “Well, you know I rarely visit construction sites
personally. It’s natural to be a bit wary
when I do.”
Eleanor didn’t specify who was tailing them, just hinted at the potential danger, which was pretty cautious of her.
But Peterson didn’t seem to mind, “Ms. Elena, you’re a renowned architect, it’s understandable you’d need bodyguards.”

Eleanor replied with a laugh, “Safety first, right?”
Peterson returned the smile and then the conversation tapered off.
Soon, they passed through several distinctive small towns and finally arrived at a European-style manor.
The place was somewhat secluded, but the scenery was beautiful. There was a small creek in front of the manor, against a
backdrop of green hills.
The bright sunshine filtering through made the blue sky and white clouds even more refreshing.
Although the manor was neither too big nor too small, it was indeed low-key and not overly luxurious, just as Peterson had said.
Seeing Eleanor getting out of the car and surveying the surroundings, Peterson added, “This is where my grandpa’s first love
used to live. After he retired, he moved
here.”
Eleanor’s gaze shifted to Peterson who was leading them towards the lawn, “Your grandpa’s first love, was that your grandma?”
Peterson shook his head, “My grandma has passed away.”
Eleanor was taken aback. That meant Yates was cherishing not his wife, but another woman.”