She really couldn't understand why Bernard Taylor was clinging to her so tightly. She was neither pretty nor capable. Logically speaking, a nobleman like Bernard Taylor shouldn't be interested in a bumpkin like her.
Compared to Carolline Ruiz, she was the real bumpkin.
"I have something to tell you." Bernard didn't care, and pulled her hand back, striding forward.
The strength disparity between a man and a woman was especially obvious at this moment. No matter how hard Avery Graham struggled, Bernard easily took her away and brought her directly to his car.
"..." When she was closed in the passenger seat, Avery was still suffocating with anger. As soon as Bernard arrived, she broke out and questioned, "Bernard Taylor, what do you want? Are you still the Bernard I used to know?"
