Suddenly, the kettle boiling inside the house jumped, and Yolanda Taylor woke up as if in a dream, “Don’t you call me Dear!”
With those words, she raised her hand and slammed the door directly behind her.
Yolanda Taylor leaned back against the back of the door panel, thinking about the voice that had just popped up inside her head, and all she could think about was her heart pounding.
Ever since she ran into Gwen Fox, all sorts of strange things would happen to her, she would have some messed up dreams when she slept at night, and seeing him made her feel depressed.
At this time, the cell phone inside the house suddenly rang.
Yolanda Taylor looked up and closed her eyes slightly before she lifted her leg over and took the phone.
“It’s me, what do you want for lunch?”
“Anything.”
“Alright, just lie down if you’re not feeling well, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
The events of earlier left her with no energy to say anything more to Dika Rothstein, she answered casually and hung up the phone.
The room was quiet again, and she looked at the kettle on the tabletop with hot water bubbling away before remembering that she needed to make brown sugar and ginger water.
Probably because last night had been difficult, she was fine during the day.
Yolanda Taylor was a little dreamy after the early morning scare from Gwen Fox.
When Dika Rothstein arrived, it was almost eleven o’clock, Yolanda Taylor opened the door and subconsciously looked out, seeing this action, Dika Rothstein raised her eyebrows, “What are you looking for?”
“Nothing, kind of hallucinating, always thought there was someone outside and then didn’t see them when I opened the door.”
She kept her head down and didn’t look at him, her eyes falling to the groceries he was carrying in his hand, “Why did you buy so many?”
Dika Rothstein walked back to her as she made her way inside, “Is it hard to believe that you’ve been craving spaghetti for the past few days?”
Yolanda Taylor laughed a little, except she was a little pale and her whole body looked like she was in low spirits.
Seeing her like this, Dika Rothstein simply let her go up to the second floor to rest.
She didn’t have the courtesy to drink half a cup of warm water before going upstairs.
After not sleeping well last night, Yolanda Taylor had just wanted to lie down for a while, but she didn’t want to go straight to sleep.
Again, there were bits and pieces of dreams.
There was someone calling her, one minute calling her Yolanda Taylor, the next Dear.
Then she dreamed that she was at a tea table, sitting across from an old man in his sixties or seventies, his mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying.
All of a sudden, someone came in from inside the doorway.
She looked up at him, but she couldn’t see exactly what he looked like.
She heard him call the old man ‘grandpa’ and heard the old man say that he wanted them to get married, followed by the man’s stern refusal.
“She’s worthy?”
“Yolanda Taylor?”
Yolanda Taylor woke up with a start at the sound of Dika Rothstein’s voice.
She blinked and realized the corners of her eyes were wet.
“What’s the matter with you? I just heard you screaming ‘help’.”
She raised a hand to rub her temples and shook her head, “Nothing, had a bad dream.”
Dika Rothstein looked at her for a moment without asking any more questions, “I’m done with the meal.”
She nodded a little, “I’m going to wash my face.”
Yolanda Taylor sobered up a lot as the cold water hit her face.
When she looked up, she saw her wretched self inside the mirror.
Because she was in her physiological period, she lost all her color, even her lips were a bit white, and the dark circles under her eyes were even heavier because she didn’t sleep well last night.
She reached out and drew two tissues, wiping her face before walking out.
She hadn’t eaten much since last night, and Dika Rothstein’s cooking smelled so good that her stomach cramped a little, hunger especially noticeable at this time of night.
“Thanks.”
Yolanda Taylor took the chopsticks he handed her and bowed her head as she picked up her bowl.
“You should be a chef, actually.”
Though it wasn’t the first time she’d eaten Dika Rothstein’s cooking, she still felt awestruck.
She was a mediocre cook, she could handle eating by herself, but if she was in front of her friends she was a bit out of her league.
But Dika Rothstein was different, he could cook anything, simple or complex, better than she could.
There was no way around talent, I had to say.
Dika Rothstein took a sip of soup and looked at her with a smirk: “If I can really cook so well, why don’t you marry me? I promise to cook for you every day, three meals a day.”
The temptation was indeed great.
Yolanda Taylor laughed a little, “I’m not in a coma yet.”
Dika Rothstein grunted, “You’re just thinking too hard and making life so hard for yourself.”
Yolanda Taylor chucked a piece of beef and smiled without answering.
The two chatted and ate at the same time, it was a pleasant meal.
Dika Rothstein was a faster eater, she was only three quarters full and he was already putting down his chopsticks.
He fished a cigarette out and held it inside his mouth, but didn’t light it, “Aren’t you thinking of changing your house?”
Yolanda Taylor’s hand that was holding the food slightly paused, “Why? Isn’t this nice?”
Dika Rothstein didn’t say anything and inclined her head to look out the window.
What was he going to tell her, that Gwen Fox already knew she was staying here.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t remember anything from three years ago, so naturally she didn’t remember Gwen Fox, but Gwen Fox remembered her.
“You’re also a bit of a distance from the studio, isn’t there a neighborhood near your studio?”
Yolanda Taylor directly choked on her soup when she heard him say this, “It’s not like you don’t know how much that neighborhood costs?!”
“Money is not a problem.”
“That’s for you.”
Yolanda Taylor smiled, “You don’t have to worry about me, if there’s anything, I can find Taryn, who’s over at Block 3 with her boyfriend.”
“As you like.”
He didn’t say any more.
Yolanda Taylor finished the last small half of her bowl and got up and was about to clean up when Dika Rothstein pulled out the cigarette that was in her mouth and threw it inside the trash can, “Sit down, you don’t look at how scary your own face looks right now!”
She withdrew her hand helplessly, but saw that Dika Rothstein seemed to have a slight bruise on the side of her chin.
Yolanda Taylor couldn’t help but frown a little, “What’s wrong with you?”
He didn’t even look up, “I accidentally touched it the night before last.”
“Oh.”
She saw that it wasn’t serious, so she didn’t say anything else.
Dika Rothstein packed her things into the kitchen, and Yolanda Taylor sat by herself inside the living room, a little lost in thought about what Dika Rothstein had said.
She didn’t want to see Gwen Fox anymore, and it turned out that she and Gwen Fox had been so bad that she had nightmares every time she saw him.
Him standing on her doorstep like this every day was like a ticking time bomb to her.
“What do you want?”
Dika Rothstein cut a plate of fruit out.
Yolanda Taylor looked up at him, “I was thinking about your offer.”
“You don’t have as good security here as you do in the neighborhood, so I suggest you go to the neighborhood. You can get a lot of money for this condo when you list it, I’m sure you didn’t have much money the first two years, but this year you should be able to have a down payment on hand.”
She pursed her lips, “I’ll take a look then.”
Dika Rothstein, however, didn’t let her hesitate and went straight to contacting her secretary to help her choose a property.
Yolanda Taylor was still hesitant, but after he did that, she actually bought a new house within two days.