Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 976 - 014 Bernard Taylor’s Story_6

Chapter 976: 014 Bernard Taylor’s Story_6

Is she trying to set her son up with me?

"Avery, did I scare you? If so, I won’t push you. Take your time to think. If you want to spend some time mending things, then do that. When you’re ready to consider dating again, Auntie asks that you please think of our Bernard Taylor first, alright?" Nancy Sallow saw that Avery Graham remained silent and was startled. If Bernard found out about this, who knows what kind of strain it might cause between mother and son?

Why couldn’t she restrain herself? Nancy Sallow thought with some annoyance.

"No, Auntie, I, I..." Avery didn’t know how to express her feelings at that moment, "Currently, Bernard and I are just friends. I really haven’t thought about changing our relationship right now. I’m sorry, Auntie."

"Mhm, I understand. Then, Auntie has another favor to ask. Could you pretend I never came here? Bernard always told me not to come find you. It was just that I couldn’t stay away, so, so..." Nancy Sallow didn’t want the recently mended mother-son relationship to worsen again.

"Yes, I won’t tell him." Avery nodded.

Nancy Sallow smiled, looked at her watch— it was almost four o’clock. Avery would be busy soon, so she got up to leave. Avery went to see her out, and just before Nancy Sallow got into the car, she said to Avery, "Avery, come over when you have time. Oh, and Auntie would like to sign up for a membership card here. I’ll top up ten thousand yuan first. I’ll give you the money, and you can get the card ready for me. I’ll come and get it some other day. Also, in a few days, it will be your Uncle Bernard’s birthday. Can you make a six-layer cake for us, and you’ll join us too, okay?"

As she spoke, Nancy Sallow pulled out a stack of cash from her bag and handed it to Avery.

"...Thank you for your support, Auntie. Actually, Bernard’s card here still has plenty of money. I can just deduct the amount from his card when the time comes." Avery shook her head; mother and son getting separate cards from her place wasn’t common.

"That’s his, and this is mine. He’s grown up now; we mother and son should have our own things. Come on, take it. I’ll bring my sisters over some time." Nancy Sallow insisted, stuffing the money into Avery’s hands and making sure she accepted it.

Avery couldn’t refuse and reluctantly took it.

After sending Nancy Sallow off, when it was nearly five-thirty or six, Bernard Taylor came by car. Avery packed up her things and got into the car with him.

"Giselle Browman, why didn’t she come with you?" Avery asked as they headed out together.

"Ah, she just arrived today. Their department manager wants to celebrate a little, so they’ll probably go for dinner before going back." Bernard explained, opening the passenger door for Avery in the process.

Avery looked at the passenger seat and remembered that Giselle had sat in the back when she left today. She wondered if Bernard minded others sitting in the passenger seat; although she had sat there before, Bernard was different now.

Avery proactively opened the back car door, "I’ll sit in the back, so as not to distract you while driving."

"The back is for other people. I’m not used to any women other than you sitting in the passenger seat." This was a habit he didn’t even know when he had developed. If someone wanted to sit in his passenger seat, he would refuse. If it happened inside the car, he would lock the passenger door; if outside, he would actively open the back door.

Now, in front of Avery, he didn’t need to lie.

"..." Avery felt a bit down, but in the end, she closed the back door and sat in the passenger seat. Bernard asked her to buckle up, then closed the door for her and headed to the driving cabin.

"I thought nobody was allowed to sit here." It took Avery a long time to come to her senses, she really hadn’t expected to be so special in Bernard’s eyes, and in that moment, her heart raced.

But thinking of how Bernard once had someone as wonderful as Violet Orson, even though she hadn’t met Violet, just from what Nancy Sallow had told her, she thought Violet must have been a very beautiful and wonderful woman.

How could she compare herself to such a woman?

Or was it that Bernard, after having had an angel, suddenly wanted to change his taste? And even if he did want a change, it shouldn’t be for someone like her, a mere weed in his life.

"You can sit there," Bernard calmly stated, to avoid making her too uncomfortable, he quickly changed the subject, "What do you want to eat tonight? Hot pot or barbecue?"