“You and Young Master Anderson go way back?” Yolanda Taylor had just put her bag down when she heard Primo Jones ask himself.
She laughed a little, keeping her head down as she nonchalantly brewed her tea, “He’s helped me out a few times before.”
“And it was as simple as helping you out a couple times?”
Yolanda Taylor lost her smile and poured hot water into the teapot before looking up at him, “Or what? What else do you think there is?”
“It seems to me that Young Master Anderson is not easy on you.”
Yolanda Taylor was baffled for a moment, “I’ve heard that he and that young daughter of THE Carey family have met the parents.”
“Vera Carey?”
Yolanda Taylor nodded, counting the time about right, poured the first tea and refilled the hot water.
Primo Jones looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, “I still have quite a few love interests.”
She gave him a look and poured his tea, “What, scared?”
“That’s not true.”
The two of them ate a meal, and Borden City was already full of gossip about the two of them being in love.
Yolanda Taylor unbuckled her seatbelt as the car came to a stop.
Primo Jones looked at her, “You sure you don’t want me to drive you in?”
She lived inside her former home, an old neighborhood where the lights had been broken for days and no one had come to fix them, and the lights in the hallways were good and bad.
Looking out the car window, it was pitch black outside, and the doorman inside that security booth was sitting and dozing off.
Yolanda Taylor shook her head, “No, I’ll just go in myself.”
She said, pushing open the door and getting out of the car.
Primo Jones didn’t force her when he saw her stubbornness, and drove the car back a few meters, then turned on the high beams to illuminate her path.
Yolanda Taylor just entered the neighborhood, suddenly a beam of light behind her, the dark road in front of her eyes brightened up, she couldn’t help but look back at Primo Jones inside the car.
Seeing her turn back, Primo Jones raised his hand and waved.
She smiled and lifted her hand to wave as well, then lifted her leg and headed inside.
The lights on the first floor were good, the lights on the second floor were good, and the lights on the third floor were out, so Yolanda Taylor fumbled with her cell phone and shined it up the stairs one step at a time.
Just as she reached the fourth floor, she smelled a strong odor of cigarettes.
She couldn’t help but cringe and hurriedly took out her key to open the door.
The door had just opened when something suddenly shifted in the middle of the stairs from the fourth to the fifth floor, and her hand shook as she accidentally closed the door.
When she opened the door again, Gwen Fox was already standing in front of her.
The hallway was dark and unlit, the moonlight coming through the center hallway window wasn’t very bright, and Gwen Fox just happened to have his back to the light, so she couldn’t see his face clearly, and could only hear his low voice, “Are you really going to stay with Primo Jones?”
She pulled the door open and pressed her person against it, reaching out to turn on the light in the living room inside.
The light shone out and Yolanda Taylor finally saw Gwen Fox’s face.
Coldness seeped into an expressionless face, and once upon a time she’d been involuntarily afraid when she saw him like that.
In fact, she was also afraid now, but there was more hatred than fear, she stood in front of his eyes, but did not half flinch, so straight to meet his eyes, “What’s the problem?”
“He’s not a good man.”
“Then you are?”
Yolanda Taylor sneered, “Gwen Fox, and who are you to say that? He’s not a good man? Then are you? You got my mom killed, and you almost got me killed! If he’s not a good man, then what are you?”
She questioned, every word sharp and unrelenting.
Gwen Fox’s hand moved slightly and the cigarette he was holding fell to the floor, he looked down, “If you wanted to get back at me, why didn’t you just come at me?”
Yolanda Taylor suddenly smiled when she heard him say that, “Wanna know why?”
He looked at her somberly and didn’t say anything, but Yolanda Taylor knew what he meant, “Wanna know, then I’ll tell you-”
She said, pausing, “Because you’re disgusting, and coming at you would make me sick too.”
When she finished speaking, she lifted her leg and went inside, shutting the metal door with a clang, then said through it, “Gwen Fox, what you did to me back then, have you forgotten?”
That night, she had just cremated her father, her heart sank a boulder, and she wanted to seek comfort from him, but she didn’t realize that instead of comfort, she was stabbed by him.
“How beautiful you and Xenia Davis, one is the man I love, one is the enemy who fought with me for so many years, the two of you together, everyone said your family is equivalent, really match. But what about me? How did I feel standing there in the blazing cold, watching you two in front of the screen lovingly exchanging rings, do you know how I felt, Gwen Fox?”
So many years had passed, and she could never forget that night when she stood there in the square where people came and went, the cold wind hunting her, but nothing was colder than her heart.
When she received his phone call, she even fantasized that it was nothing more than an expedient measure on his part, that he would give himself an explanation.
But what did he give her? A check for five million dollars!
But it was really generous! Five million!
From then on, he was cruel like a ruthless wolf, watching her pleading and struggling in front of his eyes, but not even giving her one more look.
“Do you love me? Love, right? Just love.”
She said, and suddenly laughed a little, her eyes cold: “Once how much pain you made me feel, now I’ll make you feel as much pain as you want. Gwen Fox, the account between us, I’ll settle it with you one by one!”
As the words fell, she closed the door inside as well.
Gwen Fox stood there, wanting to open his mouth to say something, but realized that he could not say anything.
He took out a new cigarette, lowered his head and lit it up, then sat on the steps, thinking about the old days.
Those things from the past were like a thorn in Yolanda Taylor’s heart, she couldn’t pull it out, and could only let it stick there, hurting from time to time.
After all these years, remembering those things again, remembering that night, remembering that she had fallen in front of his eyes and begged him, remembering Joel Smith’s desperation when he had taken her away, she felt that net coming down on her, leaving her with nowhere to run, leaving her unable to breathe.
Tears fell, sliding down her cheeks and onto her chin, finally dripping onto her chest, the rolls baffling her for a moment.
Yolanda Taylor raised her hand to cover her eyes, not wanting to let herself cry.
There was nothing to cry about, and she wasn’t the one who should be crying right now.
All the pain she had suffered, all the pain she had taken, she would give it all back to him.
Wiping her tears, she looked up at the family portrait on that desktop for half a second before Yolanda Taylor got up and went to wash up.
Probably because of seeing Gwen Fox, Yolanda Taylor slept poorly, and her nightmares woke her up straight away during the night.
She woke up with a start and raised her hand to touch the scar on her back, so many years had passed, she still remembered the pain of that fire burning on her body.
She was, back then, truly stupid.