A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1488
Bernard was recovering faster than Eleanor, and most of the time, it was he who took care of her. When Eleanor opened her
eyes, she saw the tall and strapping man gently wiping her legs with a warm cloth.
The snow had ceased, and the sun peeked through, casting its golden rays through the window, bathing her in a warmth that
seemed to flow straight into Eleanor’s heart.
He was careful and gentle in his movements, cautious not to wake her and concerned for her comfort. Feeling her intense gaze
upon him, Bernard returned a look of deep affection.
“The doc said that if you’re out for too long, the blood circulation in your legs suffers. A warm cloth rubdown each day should
help.” After explaining, he turned to warm another towel on her calf before wiping it down methodically.
Bernard wasn’t one for caregiving, but over the past six months, he’d picked up quite a bit of nursing knowledge, all because he
feared that Eleanor’s bodily functions might deteriorate by the time she woke up.
His love for her seeped deep into his bones, reflecting in every act – a type of dedication that even lifelong partners sometimes
found hard to express. With tears brimming in her eyes, Eleanor whispered, “Honey.”
Propping herself up, Eleanor reached out and embraced him, “I don’t know why, but right now, I love you so much, more than
anyone else.”
Bernard set his towel aside and wrapped his arms around her. “Between me and our son, who do you love more?”
Eleanor, amused by his competitive spirit, didn’t answer but teased back, “What about you? Between me and our son, who’s
your favorite?”
Bernard didn’t even blink before replying resolutely, “Of course, it’s you. That little rascal almost cost you your life. How could I
love him more?”
His eyes and tone were filled with mock disdain, as if he had a vendetta against their chubby, innocent baby. Eleanor objected,
“That’s our child. If you keep this up, I’ll stop talking to you.”.
She pushed him away, only to be pulled back into his arms. He reassured her, “I promise, I won’t complain about him anymore,
please don’t give me the silent treatment.”

“Since waking up, I’ve only seen him once and I miss him. Maybe we should get discharged early and continue recovery at
home?”
Bernard felt a pang of jealousy. He knew that once at home, Eleanor would shift her focus to their son. “You’re not fully recovered
yet. Let’s wait until you’re completely well.”
Eleanor wanted to argue that she was nearly there, but before she could speak, Bernard’s cool lips silenced her with a kiss,
“Let’s talk about it when we get home. For now, let me kiss you.”
He knew that once home, Eleanor’s attention would be divided. It was best to cherish this quiet time in the hospital to deepen
their closeness.
With that thought, Bernard captured her lips tenderly yet possessively, sending a shiver down her spine. His kisses always had
that electrifying effect, leaving Eleanor feeling weak and pliant.
As they kissed, lost in each other, their son Cedric burst into the room with his nanny Hailey, “Ta-da! Look who I’ve brought to
visi-“His loud entrance trailed off into silence as they both caught sight of the intimate scene bathed in sunlight. If it were just a
peck, it would’ve been no big deal, but the sight of the muscular man, almost bursting out of his tailored suit, passionately kissing
Eleanor was a bit too steamy.
Hailey’s only thought was, “Holy smokes, that’s too much!” She quickly shielded the baby’s curious eyes.
Cedric, unabashed, chuckled, “Heh, carry on, you two. We’ll just wait outside.”