Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 972 - 014 Bernard Taylor’s Story_2

Chapter 972: 014 Bernard Taylor’s Story_2

Bernard Taylor shot them a glance and said, "You guys are really boring."

With those words, Bernard Taylor had clearly rejected them.

No matter how much they tried to persuade him, Bernard Taylor refused to play the game. What he didn’t know was that in Violet Orson’s Moments, her friends were saying the same thing to her, telling her to go confess to the fairy as an angel, which she also flatly refused.

But those interactions left an impression on each of them.

Previously, Bernard Taylor hadn’t paid much attention to Violet Orson. But ever since that ridiculous suggestion had come from his friend’s mouth, he didn’t know if he had started paying attention or what, but the chances of the two meeting at school had significantly increased.

When they saw each other, they would smile, nod, as a way of greeting, and then go their separate ways, back to their own paths.

Their first crossing paths happened that day when school was dismissed, and Violet Orson stayed a little longer. She was the class leader, and the next week, her class was going out to sketch from life, so she stayed behind to help the teacher with some preparations.

Bernard Taylor was also a class cadre. After the holiday, they had held a class meeting, and he ended up being entangled by a few younger girls—some presenting him with homemade cakes, and others with perfume. Bernard Taylor directly refused, but the girls ran faster than anyone, and he found a place to dispose of their offerings.

After dealing with that, he started walking toward the school exit. By then, there weren’t many people around. To get from the school gate to the bus station, one had to walk a roughly 500-meter-long road.

He walked on with his backpack, as his family had a driver. He generally didn’t let the family car pull up to the school gate but asked the driver to wait near the bus station.

He had called the family driver in advance, telling him he would have a class meeting after school and asking him to come later.

Halfway there, he heard an unusual noise coming from a small grove beside the road, stopped in his tracks, and listened carefully; the sound was not very clear. If Bernard Taylor’s hearing had not been better than most people’s, he wouldn’t have noticed this detail.

If it hadn’t been for him passing by at that moment, a tragedy might have unfolded at their school.

He hadn’t been standing long when he thought he heard a girl’s pained cry for ’help’. Perhaps because the person with her was acting swiftly, she only managed to yell out ’he,’ before her mouth was covered, and then she made muffled ’mmph mmph’ noises.

Guided by the direction of the sound, he quickly ran toward it. Passing behind the grove, Bernard Taylor saw Violet Orson being pressed against a dirt mound by a few thugs. Some were pulling at her clothes, others trying to take off her pants. Violet Orson struggled so fiercely that the four men nearly lost control of what seemed a frail girl.

One of the men was covering her mouth to stop her from screaming, and another was holding down her flailing arms and legs. Violet Orson’s face was red with exertion, and she didn’t show any tears or signs of weakness.

In that moment, Bernard Taylor was moved. He dropped his backpack and rushed up to fight the thugs. When he was a child, to build his strength, his parents had sent him to Satir Temple during holidays to learn some martial arts for self-defense.

These four were no match for Bernard Taylor; he quickly dispatched them, sending them fleeing. When he turned around, Violet Orson was shivering as she dressed herself. After all, she was a girl who had faced four men alone, and she was very frightened.

If it hadn’t been for Bernard Taylor, her life might have been ruined.

Her hands shook so badly that she couldn’t manage her usually easy-to-wear clothes. Unable to watch, Bernard Taylor took off his own sport jacket and put it on Violet Orson.

As he got close, Violet Orson leaned toward him, grabbed his neck, and began to cry loudly.

Bernard Taylor said not a word, nor made any move, just let her lean on him and vent her emotions fiercely. It wasn’t until his driver, who had been waiting outside for a long time, worried about him and called, that Violet Orson was startled by the ringing and finally pulled away from Bernard Taylor, "I’m sorry, I..."

"It’s okay, don’t say anything. I’ll take you home. From now on, don’t leave so late by yourself. Find someone to accompany you, or wait in the school for your family to pick you up, okay?" Bernard Taylor couldn’t help offering her a lot of advice.

"Yes, I understand." Violet Orson was still rational. After venting, she hadn’t come to any harm, and her emotions quickly stabilized. She tried to stand up, but her foot seemed to have twisted from the struggle. She looked at Bernard Taylor, who also noticed her limping, "What’s wrong? Did you twist your ankle?"