When Lewis came out, Gwen Fox was standing in front of the guardrail, looking down, not knowing what he was looking at, very serious, and didn’t realize that he had come out.
Lewis called him tentatively, “Young Master Fox?”
Only when he heard someone calling him, Gwen Fox retracted his line of sight and turned around to faintly sweep a glance at Lewis: “Something wrong?” “Young Master Fox, you’ve been out for quite a long time, if you don’t go back, Mr. Fisher and the others won’t be able to explain.”
Gwen Fox felt meaningless, flicked the cigarette in his hand, turned around and followed him back to the box.
But for some reason, his mind was filled with the look Yolanda Taylor gave him before she left.
Gwen Fox frowned a little, collected his thoughts, looked at the people on the wine table, and suddenly lost interest: “Mr. Fisher, I’m not feeling well today, so I’ll leave first, and we’ll talk about the cooperation matter later.”
Upon hearing his words, Mr. Fisher, who was still a wallflower swinging both ways, changed his face slightly, “Young Master Fox, you–”
However the man had already left the box, not giving him the slightest chance to open his mouth.
Lewis froze for a moment, reacted and then hurriedly ran out after Gwen Fox.
Gwen Fox had just asked the driver to get out of the car, and when he saw Lewis chasing after him, he didn’t raise his head, “Don’t contact me within today.”
With that, he hit the gas and the car drove away.
When he saw Yolanda Taylor, he subconsciously slowed the car down.
This December wind was like a demon wind, blowing on one’s face as if one had been slapped alive.
Gwen Fox had just opened the window when her face was slapped hard by the wind.
Yolanda Taylor was crossing the street, her face was white as a sheet, and she hadn’t put on any make-up when she went out today.
Probably noticing his line of sight, she inclined her head to look over.
Seeing Gwen Fox, Yolanda Taylor’s face stiffened, and soon, her eyes turned cold.
Those almond eyes were filled with hatred, and Gwen Fox froze for a rare moment.
He suddenly remembered that day, he stood under the old banyan tree at their school, she jogged over holding a book, and when she stood in front of his eyes and stopped, she raised her eyes with a shy smile, “Mr. Fox, what are you looking for me for?”
The car behind him honked its horn in urgency, and it was then that Gwen Fox realized that he was actually thinking about the days when he and Yolanda Taylor had a play date.
He hooked his lips in a snort, thinking how idle he was.
He withdrew his eyes and pressed harder on the gas as the car took off.
Looking at the car that drove far away all of a sudden, Yolanda Taylor stood in the middle of the road halfway across the street, only then coming back to her senses, wanting to continue to cross the street but realizing that the light across the street was red.
She had never hated someone so much.
It was night.
Yolanda Taylor has a nightmare in which Gwen Fox is choking her father, Kipling Taylor.
She woke up with a start and turned on a bedside lamp, and Yolanda Taylor’s face was white.
She stared blankly at the scar on her hand, a scar left by Gwen Fox when she had just learned of Petra’s death at a dinner party half a month ago and had tried to die with him, only to have Gwen Fox backhand her and cut the glass into her hand.
It’s been sixteen days now, and the scar has faded somewhat; in a few more days, it will be invisible.
But Yolanda Taylor knew that this was only the scar of the injury, what about the scar on her heart?
As if her heart was being pressed by something, Yolanda Taylor just felt like she couldn’t breathe.
She really had never felt this bad before, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she was able to dream about Petra.
Her face crushed like that, it must have been so painful when she died.
All of this, because of Gwen Fox!
Tears falling down her face, Yolanda Taylor curled up and hugged herself, it was the only way she could feel a little better.
It was light outside when she woke up again.
Yolanda Taylor sat up from the bed, not knowing what she could do.
After Petra’s death, she felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out of her, and no matter what she did, she had no interest in it anymore.
Nowadays, even being alive made her feel miserable.
Luckily, winter passed quickly, and Yolanda Taylor slept inside the hotel for a couple of days before it was time for her skiing appointment with Beth Garcia.
Beth Garcia and Jerome Perot came to pick her up early in the morning, and Jerome Perot was visibly stunned to see her.
Beth Garcia reached out and bumped him, signaling him to keep his mouth shut, and Jerome Perot quickly swallowed back the words that were on his lips.
How had Yolanda Taylor lost so much weight in only twenty days? Of course, it was probably painful to live for someone who mourned so much.
Both of them knew the reason, and neither of them opened their mouths to reveal Yolanda Taylor’s scars.
Yolanda Taylor hadn’t been skiing for a long time, and the first time she did it was when Gwen Fox taught her.
She was very stupid at that time, Gwen Fox taught her several times, but she did not know how to do it, so she could not do it a little bit, and then she was hit by someone, and she slid straight down the slope.
She was so scared that she was about to hit a tree, but finally Gwen Fox came up and held her and used himself as a cushion.
Yolanda Taylor thought about it now, and felt the irony of the past.
He was really great, it was just a scene, he was actually able to act so realistically, no wonder she was mesmerized.
“Yolanda, do you have an event this weekend?”
Hearing Beth Garcia’s words, Yolanda Taylor retrieved her thoughts and shook her head a little with a smile, “I don’t have much going on lately.”
“Ah, then we’d like to go to the beach for a few days, would you like to join us?”
Yolanda Taylor looked at her and shook her head, “Nah, I’m leaving Borden City in a couple days.”
“Leaving Borden City? you-”
Beth Garcia responded as she was slapped by Jerome Perot and smiled sarcastically, “Ah, well, remember to contact me when you get settled then!”
Yolanda Taylor smiled, “Good.”
She probably, didn’t want to be associated with anyone associated with Gwen Fox anymore.
Beth Garcia and Jerome Perot walked Yolanda Taylor back to the hotel, and the two of them went out for a late night snack.
Beth Garcia is usually a happy-go-lucky person, and now that she’s heard that Yolanda Taylor is leaving, it’s rare that she can’t eat.
Jerome Perot hugged her, “People have their own aspirations, it’s good for Yolanda to leave, but here, Gwen Fox may be out of her mind again someday.”
Speaking of Gwen Fox, Beth Garcia’s face instantly turned cold: “Does he have a hole in his brain? It’s not like Yolanda was the one who wanted the car accident. Didn’t their family almost get destroyed because of the accident?”
Jerome Perot sighed, “He’s not thinking straight.”
Beth Garcia slapped him, “It’s your fault! Nosy!”
Jerome Perot glared for a moment, wanting to retort but having no way to do so.
It was true that if he hadn’t been nosy enough to talk to Gwen Fox, Yolanda Taylor’s mom wouldn’t have ended up in a horizontal death.
“Well, it’s all in the past, and since Yolanda’s thinking about it, let’s move on.”
Beth Garcia grunted, if she hadn’t been looking at Jerome Perot’s twenty plus years of friendship with Gwen Fox, she would have really wanted Jerome Perot to break it off with Gwen Fox.
Look at all the things that are done, is that what people do? Jerome Perot was also smart enough to stop talking about his resentful playmate and change the subject by mentioning something else: “By the way, did you sell the villa that Yolanda asked you to sell?”
Beth Garcia froze for a moment, “I had a seller contact me the day before yesterday, and I’ve been talking about a deal for the next couple days.”
“No showings?”
“I don’t know, he said he’d see when I was available to close on the real estate.”
Jerome Perot tsked, “That’s rich!”