A Second Chance at Forever

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.”