Chapter 971 - 014 Bernard Taylor’s Story
Upon hearing Avery say so, Nancy Sallow suggested they go back to Avery’s store to tell the story because it was hard for her to speak up in the fast food restaurant outside.
Avery agreed, and the two returned to the store, where the cake master stayed behind while the rest went on their break. Only one shop assistant remained, as there were hardly any customers at this time.
Avery first brewed a pot of coffee before they settled down in the Resting Room at the back. Over coffee, they listened to the story.
It was only then that Avery found out that Bernard Taylor had never been in a relationship, all because he once had a love so deep it branded his soul. This love had entangled him for the first half of his life, which explained his indifferent attitude towards women.
Even before Nancy Sallow started the story, Avery had conjured the image of an angelic girl in her mind. She felt that only an angel could be worthy of Bernard Taylor, which was why she had been reluctant to believe that he could have feelings for her, considering herself just an ordinary girl, not standing out at all even among the ordinary.
So, how could she, someone like that, possibly be liked by Bernard Taylor? In her mind, his previous targeting of her was nothing more than him finding her disagreeable.
Nancy Sallow began her story.
The girl Bernard Taylor once liked was named Violet Orson, an art student who loved painting and was one grade below him at their school.
The second year after they had started high school, the school initiated an art class, admitting thirty students. Since it was a brand new experiment, they did not dare recruit too many, so Violet ended up in that class.
That year, Violet’s middle school exam scores were impressive, good enough to place her in the top Experimental Class of their age group, yet she chose the art class, focusing on painting.
Her preference for light-colored clothing, especially white dresses, made her a famous sight at school. Senior boys and junior boys alike were infatuated with her.