Yolanda Taylor had just emerged from inside the elevator when she saw a young man walking out of Gwen Fox’s hospital room.
She frowned a little and stood in the elevator doorway watching the man approach.
The man gave her a look, and she had expected to see surprise or disbelief in his eyes, but there was nothing.
The other man looked at her as if he was a stranger.
She pursed her lips for a moment and carried the bag toward Gwen Fox’s hospital room.
Lewis inclined his head to look at Yolanda Taylor, slightly relieved, fortunately he already knew that Yolanda Taylor is still alive, otherwise just now wearing help, turn around Gwen Fox probably want to open him.
Yolanda Taylor just entered the hospital room, Gwen Fox inclined her head to look over.
She gave him a look and set the bag aside, lifting the board at the end of the bed and setting it up on top of the hospital bed.
“Who came to see you earlier?”
“Wrong ward.”
He propped himself up on the bed and sat up, glancing at her with no semblance of color on his face.
Yolanda Taylor brought out the meal, “Dika Rothstein is cooking today, should be better than me.”
“He came to your house?”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor handed him the chopsticks and Gwen Fox took them, not looking very good, “You seem to be very close to him.”
“He’s the one who took care of me for the past three years.”
Yolanda Taylor did not deny it, and Gwen Fox’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened.
He looked at the meal in front of him, and he had to say that it was colorful and delicious, but he didn’t have any appetite at all.
Just the thought of Dika Rothstein by her side for those three years made his heart feel like it was bubbling with sour air, astringent and uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong, Dika Rothstein’s a good cook, try some?”
Hearing her words, Gwen Fox was only able to take a piece of chicken and put it inside his mouth.
What flavor he couldn’t taste, all he knew was that his mouth was full of sourness, as if a sour lemon had been shoved in.
Yolanda Taylor was peeling oranges for him, and seeing that he was eating very slowly with chopsticks, she couldn’t help but ask, “Is it not to your taste? Dika Rothstein’s cooking will be a bit heavier, and if you like light food, next time I’ll ask him to– ”
“No, you make it better.”
He swallowed the rice in his mouth as if it were chewy, then inclined his head to look at her.
Yolanda Taylor paused in her breaking of the orange, a little embarrassed, “I’m not really much of a cook.”
“I like to eat.”
“Oh.”
She tore the broken orange apart petal by petal and placed it on top of the lunchbox lid, “How about some fruit if it’s too mushy?”
“Uh-huh.”
Gwen Fox didn’t eat more than a few bites of her meal, but she did eat two of the oranges.
When Yolanda Taylor cleaned up, she saw that there was so much food left, but she didn’t think too much about it, thinking that he was sick and didn’t like to eat heavier food.
I thought he was sick and didn’t like to eat heavy food. I think we can only go to the park across the street to see if the stray dogs are still there, and feed them to them.
Today is the night of the reunion, but the hospital is very quiet, Yolanda Taylor came out of the restroom, glanced at Gwen Fox on the hospital bed, wanted to say that she went back, but also felt that it seems a little bit pitiful for him to be alone in the hospital like this.
“Are you going back?”
He asked before she could say anything.
Yolanda Taylor looked at the time, “It’s after eight, so I’ll sit down for a while. Do you want to watch TV?”
“Uh-huh.”
He answered, not sure whether to watch or not.
But the inside of the ward was just too quiet and cold, Yolanda Taylor turned on the TV and the sound of the TV came on, the inside of the ward was not as lively but not as cold as it was just now.
She looked down and was looking over the designs for the two weddings she’d been working on for two days, and Yolanda Taylor didn’t even notice when Gwen Fox poked her head over.
“What’s this?”
She was stunned for a moment and looked up at him, “Wedding design plans.”
“Are you doing wedding planning now?”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor answered, and when she saw that he kept looking at her phone, she couldn’t help but ask, “Do you want to see it?”
“Can I watch it?”
“You can.”
Anyway, Gwen Fox was not a peer, and the employer’s deposit had been paid, so it didn’t matter much if the diagram leaked out at this time.
Gwen Fox couldn’t actually read it, he only knew that the wedding was set up beautifully.
After looking at the two designs, he subconsciously glanced at Yolanda Taylor: “Have you ever imagined what your own wedding would look like?”
The question left Yolanda Taylor a little stunned and she paused before speaking, “No.”
She hadn’t thought about getting married.
“Why?”
Yolanda Taylor didn’t really want to answer that question for him, she lifted her hand to her chin and glanced at the presenter on the TV before changing the subject, “Was it nice?”
“Good looking.”
He nodded a little, his fingertips accidentally traced the screen of his phone, and a third picture scratched out, a picture taken of Yolanda Taylor while she was directing people to set up on a job site.
In the photo, she was raising her hand and pointing to the side, a light smile on her face, her whole person warm and gentle.
It was obvious that she loved this job.
This was the three years he hadn’t seen, Gwen Fox suddenly developed a few moments of greed: “Can I see the pictures inside your album?”
Yolanda Taylor realized then that he had slipped inside her life album.
She didn’t really like to let others look at her photos, and when she heard him say that, she reached out and tried to take her phone back, but before she could do so, he added, “I want to see you in these three years.”
Yolanda Taylor looked into those dark eyes and her fingers paused slightly before she finally let go, “Look.”
There weren’t really many pictures of her in there, mostly panoramic shots she’d taken of the aftermath of the wedding setup or some delicate close-ups.
Gwen Fox started going through her albums once she got permission; a lot of Yolanda Taylor’s albums were photos of finished work, or some party photos, very few of her personal photos.
The occasional photo or two were of her side or back, and it was obvious that someone else had taken them and sent them to her.
But despite that, he could tell that she had had a good time in those three years.
Yolanda Taylor was peeling grapefruit when Dika Rothstein’s call came through.
Gwen Fox frowned when she saw the incoming call, but handed her cell phone over, “It’s for you.”
“Dika Rothstein’s?”
She looked over, her hands were covered in grapefruit juice, Yolanda Taylor hastily drew paper towels and took the phone and pressed answer, “What’s up?”
“When are you planning on coming back?”
Yolanda Taylor glanced at Gwen Fox in the hospital bed, he was keeping his head down, not sure what he was thinking about, the side of his face looked a little cold.
“A little while longer, it’s quiet inside the hospital today.”
“Well, I’ve been drinking and can’t drive, so give me a call when you get back.”
“Okay.”
Hanging up the phone, Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips, “Gwen Fox, does your family know you’re here?”
Hearing her words, Gwen Fox looked up at her, “Don’t know yet.”
“Oh.”
Feeling like he didn’t really want to mention his family, Yolanda Taylor didn’t say anything else.
It was quiet inside the hospital room for a moment as she broke open the grapefruit and was about to break it up petal by petal to make it easier for Gwen Fox to eat, when suddenly she heard him ask himself, “You’re not going to be with me, are you?”