A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 218

Chapter 218

The man walked over and sat on the single-seater sofa by the bed, then said to Eleanor, “Since you’re awake now, live well on her behalf.: Eleanor didn’t know who the “her” he was referring to was, so she blinked at him, hoping he’d explain more clearly.

But the man didn’t bother to explain further. He picked up the razor he had placed on the bedside table earlier, and grabbed her head.

Just as Eleanor was wondering what he was going to do, she heard a buzzing noise from the razor on her head.

She was like, “W T F? Is this guy sh aving my hair? Why would he do that?”

The man seemingly saw the shock in her eyes ard, while continuing to s have, explained kindly. “The caregiver said your hair is too long and it’s troublesome to wash, so I thought I’d help you s have off and make it easier.”

Looking at the short hair she had now, it seemed like it had been sha ved not just once, but many times.

So, she had beer bald while in a coma all this time?!

Eleanor couldn’t quite accept the fact that she was bald, and her expression instantly crumbled. She glared at the man who was crazily sh aving her he wishing she could kill him with her eyes.

But the man ignored the murderous look in her eyes, and didn’t care as he concentrated an sha ving her head.

When he was done, he even brought a mirror over for her to see, “Isn’t this hairstyle quite fashionable?”

Upon seeing herself in the mirror, with only a small tuft of har left on her head, Eleanor’s eyes rolled back, and she almost fainted.

Seeing her reaction, the man suddenly grinned, as if he had found an interesting toy that made him happy.

He put down the mirror, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs and said with interest. Ms. Shultz, you’re quite amusing.”

Eleanor was stunned. This man knew her name, which meant he knew her, but she didn’t have any memory of him. Who the heck was he?

The man leaned in slightly, staring at Eleanor’s face with his profound eyes. Remember my rame. I’m-

He paused for a second, then his thin lps opened agar, and his clear, pleasant voice slowly entered Eleanor’s ears, Ethan Ziegler.”

Ethan, Ethan… Eleanor searched for the name in her mind, but stel no recollection

She stared into his eyes, full of confusion, eager for more information:

However, he didn’t want to say anything more to her and left the room.

Soon after he left, a female caregiver came in

As the caregiver was cleaning Eleanor up, she said a few things to her something about her being a miracle, but she didn’t say much else, and left whe she was done.

After she left, Eleanor looked around the room, taking in the minimalist decor.

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She should be out of her home country by now, but she had no idea where she was or which country this was.

From George’s words, she seemed to be a patient who had been in a deep coma for many years. How many years had she been comatose?

Besides, if she had been in a coma for so many years, why hadn’t Hailey and Garett come lacking for her?

Was it because they knew she was being treated here and didn’t want to disturb her?

With so many questions, Eleanor closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In her dream, she saw Garett sitting under a tree shade, reading a book. The sunshine sprinkled on him, emitting a gentle glow.

As she walked in from outside of the campus, she wanted to run to him when suddenly, he knet in front of a grave, raised a gun to his own head.

Just as he pulled the trigger, a tall figure rushed over and kicked the gun out of his hand.

The bullet was fired and hit the tombstone with a loud bang, scaring the surrounding birds to sc atter.

Eleanor woke up from the dream, and before she could think about what it meant, she felt someone lying on top of her.

More precisely, someone was lying on her heart, as if they were listening to something, or perhaps feeling its rhythm.

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