Avery Graham was basically escorted onto the car by Bernard Taylor. Only after getting in did Avery complain, "I won't speak for them, so why are you being so rough?"
Her arm was sore from the pinch, Avery rubbed the spot that Bernard Taylor's large hand had gripped just now.
"Does it hurt? Let me take a look," said Bernard Taylor as he leaned in and reached to roll up Avery's sleeve to check if her skin was red. He knew her skin was sensitive; a little force from a pinch or grip, and it would easily redden, which everyone in their department knew. Whether male or female, no one would play rough with her.
Just now, he might have been too angry, so he hadn't been mindful of his strength.
Seeing his seriousness, Avery suddenly laughed, "I was just teasing you because you looked so serious."
"..." Bernard Taylor froze, his outstretched hand hovering in mid-air before suddenly changing direction, hooking her nose. Then, Avery's face turned red, slowly spreading to her earlobes.
