Yolanda Taylor didn’t have an appointment; she just didn’t want any more interactions with Gwen Fox.
Dika Rothstein’s words kept echoing inside her head, she was losing her memory, but she wasn’t losing her mind.
Her own fear of Gwen Fox was like that of an animal that had met its natural enemy, a fear that came from within.
Even if it was just fear, she felt uncomfortable when she saw him, as soon as she got close.
She was sure that the accident she had three years ago had something to do with Gwen Fox.
She didn’t know why she was missing the only memories of those years, twenty-five years of her life, just the seven years between the ages of fifteen and twenty-two were missing.
She once asked Dika Rothstein, who only gave her a plausible answer: you chose to forget, probably because there is no need to remember.
Whether there is a need to remember she does not know, and there is no way to test, but she clearly knows that in those seven years, it must be what she is not willing to face.
Because she was worried that Gwen Fox was still looking for her, she simply slept in the studio office.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she suddenly got her period, and the studio didn’t have her usual tampons on hand, and the time was late, Yolanda Taylor wouldn’t have taken a taxi back to her apartment.
Oman City was quiet as a sleeping baby at 2:00 a. m. Yolanda Taylor hadn’t been back here in days.
She got into the access control, and the elevator got her in without having to wait.
With a general pain in the small of her back from the drop, she gritted her teeth and pressed the floor, leaning against that elevator wall, her arms and legs chilling.
It was hard to reach the floor, she braced herself to walk out, and the lights in the hallway lit up in response.
When she saw the man in the doorway, she subconsciously tried to run.
“It’s me, Gwen Fox.”
“You-”
Yolanda Taylor knew it was him, and because it was him, she was even more frightened.
“What are you doing here?”
She calmed down, her face a little cold, and she looked at him much less favorably now than she had the last time.
“I just wanted to see you.”
The bruises on his face had gone down, and the beard that had grown long had been shaved off, revealing a well-boned face.
Yolanda Taylor looked into his eyes and tried to say something, but a dull ache in the small of her back made her blanch and subconsciously try to crouch down.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m fine, I’m just having my period and it’s a little hard.”
She fought through the dull ache and stood up, holding onto the wall, and walked to the front door of her house and opened it.
Gwen Fox didn’t follow her in, she stood there and looked at him, “Mr. Fox, I don’t remember anything from before, but I think we must have had some really bad things in the past or I wouldn’t have resisted you and been so afraid of you.”
As her stomach started to hurt again, she gritted her teeth for a moment and spoke through the pain, “So, I hope that in the future, we will return to the road, and the bridge will return to the bridge.”
After saying that, she raised her hand and closed the door behind her, and the person squatted along that door panel.
It hurt too much.
Gwen Fox looked at the dark brown door in front of her, and her face grew white.
“I want us to go from here, road to road, bridge to bridge.”
“Gwen Fox, I’m going to make you remember for the rest of your life that I hate you, I hate you!”
He fished out a pack of cigarettes from the side of his arms, and looked down to light them, but that hand trembled, and the wind blew the fire out, so he could only hit the lighter again.
This time, he finally lit the cigarettes, but the nicotine couldn’t numb the pain in his heart.
She hated him.
It didn’t matter if it was before amnesia, or after amnesia.
He was just a person from the past to her now, and she didn’t even want to have half a connection anymore.
Regret?
Regret.
But in this world, there is no medicine for regret.
If he could, he would not have driven away that day, he would have preferred to accompany her to burn inside the fire, but it was better than this.
To beg for his life, to beg for his death.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t sleep the whole night, the pain of menstruation tortured her so much that she couldn’t even close her eyes, it hurt so much that her face and head ached.
It was hard to stay awake until morning, when it finally wasn’t so bad, and her whole body felt like it was deflated.
She was in the kitchen cooking pasta when Dika Rothstein’s call came through.
She was starving today after being in pain all last night, but she didn’t even have the strength to cook a meal, so she was only able to cook a pasta to start with.
Yolanda Taylor turned off the heat and fished out the noodles before picking up her cell phone and calling back.
“Why are you answering your phone so late?”
“I’m cooking noodles.”
She opened her mouth sounding breathless and Dika Rothstein frowned a little, “What’s wrong with you, why do you sound so weak?”
“I didn’t feel well last night, I didn’t sleep much all night.”
“I’m coming over to take you to the hospital.”
Yolanda Taylor’s face heated up, “It’s useless to go to the hospital, I have physiological pain …”
“What physiological …” Halfway through, Dika Rothstein reacted: “You say it so literally, so it’s that coming.”
Yolanda Taylor although with him familiar, but this kind of thing, said or some embarrassed: “I’m fine, I eat a noodle sleep on the line.”
Having tossed her around last night, today shouldn’t be any harder.
“I’d better come over, or what if you’re too uncomfortable by then?”
With that, Dika Rothstein hung up.
He had gotten into a fight with Gwen Fox the other day and gotten punched in the face, so he hadn’t seen Yolanda Taylor these days just in case she asked.
Now that the bruise on his face has subsided, he remembers that Gwen Fox was downstairs at Yolanda Taylor’s house that night, and the more he thinks about it, the more alarmed he is, and he naturally won’t give Yolanda Taylor a chance to say no while he’s at it.
Yolanda Taylor also knows that she can not stop Dika Rothstein, also did not call over, sitting aside and eating noodles.
Just halfway through eating, she suddenly remembered what happened last night when Gwen Fox was in front of her house.
She was shocked for a moment, Dika Rothstein mentioned Gwen Fox a few times with a bad face, if she let him see Gwen Fox always in front of her house, according to Dika Rothstein’s temper, the two of them might have to fight.
Yolanda Taylor swallowed the noodle in her mouth and hurriedly got up and walked out to open the door.
As expected, Gwen Fox was still at her door.
“Why are you still here?”
Yolanda Taylor frowned, her pale face a little cold.
“Are you still having a hard time?”
He said, stubbing out the cigarette in his hand and handing her the bag on the side, “This is black sugar, you can take it in hot water and drink it, they say it will help.”
Yolanda Taylor didn’t take it, she suddenly hated Gwen Fox a little, “Mr. Fox, I thought I made myself clear last night. My friend is coming over and I don’t want you standing on my doorstep anymore, whether you and I had love or hate before, I think that fire should have burned it all away.”
She said and paused for a moment, “If you have to count it, I think all that’s left between us is hate, after all, when I touch you, my heart cuts like a knife.”
Every word she said was like a poison that had been smeared on her throat, all stabbed into his heart.
Gwen Fox’s face went a little white, “Dear-” Yolanda Taylor was stunned for a moment, and a man’s voice suddenly appeared inside her head, “Dear. ”
She pursed her lips, unable to tell if it was reality, or a dream.