Chapter 1263


    The rain had been pouring all night, not easing up until early morning.


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    Bernard looked down at the woman in his arms, holding her for a while before slowly letting go.


    He thought Eleanor was asleep, so he slipped out of bed, picked up his clothes and tiptoed out of the


    room.


    Eleanor, still in bed, opened her eyes and watched his retreating figure.


    She heard him telling Bryson to look after her, reminding Scott to protect her, warning Nina not to sneak


    snacks and admonishing her to listen to Eleanor while he


    was away.


    He was saying his goodbyes. Eleanor knew this. Yet,pared to her crying and making a fuss ten


    days ago, she was much calmer now, seemingly epting the fact that he was leaving.


    Shey there for a while, then, swallowing her pain, got up and went to the bathroom. After cleaning


    up, she sat at the vanity and put on light makeup, then took out a suitcase and went to Bernard’s


    dressing room.


    When Bernard returned from a call with Cedric, he saw a silver suitcase on the floor of the dressing


    room, and Eleanor, her back to him, was packing neatly folded clothes into the suitcase.


    Looking at her small, frail figure, Bernard’s heart ached, but he was rooted to the spot.


    After a while, Eleanor finished packing the shirts and was about to start on the pants when she saw the


    man behind her in the full-length mirror.


    She paused, swallowed her sadness, turned around, and smiled at Bernard, “Honey, I’m packing for


    you. Is there anything special you want to take with you? Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”


    Bernard lowered his eyshes, hiding his reddened eyes, walked up to her, and held her tightly in his


    arms, “I don’t have anything special I want to take.”


    Eleanor could feel his reluctance, forced back her tears, and pushed him away, “Then you go do your


    thing. I’ll finish up here, thene find you.”


    Bernard wanted to tell her that the servants could do these things, but he knew that Eleanor just


    wanted to do something for him before his departure.


    He didn’t stop her, just said, “Okay.”


    Eleanor smiled at him, “Then go on, get busy.”.


    She didn’t want him to see her tears. If they were destined to part, she would send him off in her best


    state and let him leave without any worries.


    Watching Eleanor, Bernard struggled to control his emotions, clenched his fists, and left the dressing


    room. The moment he turned around, Eleanor’s tears fell,nding on the clean suit pants, wetting them


    bit by bit.


    Bernard stood in the hallway on the second floor, looking back at the dressing room. He wanted to go


    back several times, tell Eleanor that he wasn’t leaving, that he would stay and be with her for the rest of


    his life, but his rationality stopped him.


    Cedric reluctantly arrived at the Fiord Roundabout, seeing Bernard standing on the second floor, he


    casually greeted him, “Bro, why’d you drag me here this early?”


    His voice got Bernard’s attention. Bernard unclenched his fist, turned around, and quickly walked


    downstairs.


    “Let’s talk in the study.”


    Bernard’s seriousness gave Cedric a sense of unease. Last time, Bernard had said that he would be


    away for a while and would tell him where he was going before he left. Was Bernard really leaving?