A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1309

Chapter 1309 

It wasn’t until the mechanical voice echoed that she realized that she had to face death again. 

“Maybe if Robin had taken his time, I might have bumped into him on the way to heaven,” Eleanor thought. 

With a wry smile, Eleanor rose from her seat, clutching the apple Robin had left behind, and walked out of her room. 

This time, all the doors were wide open. 

When she first arrived, there were countless rooms, each numbered. People used to lean on their doors, chatting about why they came to this place. 

Now, they were all gone, probably lost in the spaces they had chosen. 

Whether it was the first round or the fifth, no one survived. 

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Eleanor wandered the halls alone, yearning for a friendly face to appear and greet her with a smile, claiming they too had survived. But there was none. 

Following the mechanical voice, she arrived at the casino of the ninth round. 

It was a departure from the sterile white of the previous spaces, now adorned with grandeur and opulence. 

The luxury room was a symbol of the man behind the curtain, was a testament to his wealth and the insignificance of those who entered. 

From his lofty perch, he watched as people gambled their lives away, with no reverence for life, only a cruel desire to toy with it. 

Infuriated, Eleanor walked up to the console, and carelessly picked an option. 

She didn’t bother listening to the rules, for she knew it didn’t matter. Whether she chose right or wrong, it all ended the same way – with death. 

If she chose the door to death, she would confront the grim reaper asking if Bernard was now in the Area Opaca. 

If she chose the door to life, she would continue to challenge the other games until she found Bernard. 

As for her own life, did she have the courage to face it? She didn’t. 

With a sense of despair, Eleanor randomly pressed a key, and the door to life slowly opened. 

She thought fate was playing a cruel joke on her. In the eighth round, when she needed to choose correctly, she didn’t. Now, when she wanted to choose death, she had chosen life. 

“The player invited by 2-7, codename Cross, congratulations, you have successfully completed all challenges in the Elderly Space.” 

“You may now choose to leave or stay and continue challenging other games in Area Opaca.” 

“If you choose to leave, please enter the Life Door, and Area Opaca will grant you a substantial reward and escort you home.” 

“If you choose to stay, please press the confirm button on the console, and Area Opaca will open a direct passage to other areas for you.” 

Eleanor listened, scoffed, and without any hesitation, moved to press the confirmation button- 

“Don’t press it!” A cool, magnetic voice came from behind her. 

Eleanor’s slender white fingers froze in mid-air. 

Even with the passage of time, she would always recognize his voice. 

She stood still, listening to the steady footsteps approaching, until he stood before her. 

She dared not look up, but slowly raised her eyes to meet the man standing in front of her… 

His face was hidden behind a mask, making it impossible to discern his features… 

But his physique, the cold aura he exuded… 

With just one glance, Eleanor knew it was her Bernard, the one who promised to return home in a month but never did. 

She looked at him, her pale face struggling to muster a smile but failing. 

She had imagined their reunion countless times, most of them ended with her running into his arms, telling him “Honey, I finally found you”, or playfully saying, “Honey, guess what, I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.” But at this moment, Eleanor couldn’t say anything, she just reached out, attempting to remove his mask She wanted to see his face, but he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head in refusal. 

Enraged by his reaction, she defiantly snatched off his mask. 

The face from her memories, the sharp features, the deep-set eyes… 

The face that was etched into her soul, the one she would recognize even if she lost her memory, was now right in front of her. 

Tears streamed down her face. The man staring at her, too, had teary eyes. 

They stared at each other, as if separated by a thousand years, it felt so distant. 

Eleanor reached out, trembling slightly, to touch his face… 

She wanted to say, “Honey, I missed you.” But the words turned into an accusation. 

With a cold, angry voice, she asked him, “Bernard, why didn’t you come home?”

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