Gwen Fox lowered the hem of her skirt and gathered his impulses, loosening his confinement, “Don’t make a sound, and if you do, don’t blame me for what happens.”
Before he opened the door and went out, he gave her a look, the dark eyes a little cold.
Yolanda Taylor was stunned for a moment, remembering his desperate feelings from before, she actually had a few moments of real fear.
She was now unclothed, if she really appeared in front of the public like this, there was no guarantee that they would say something bad.
She raised her hand and wiped her tears, and before he opened the door, she suddenly reached out and pulled his sleeve: “Can you, take them away.”
Because she had been crying, her voice was choked as she said this.
As she said this, she tilted her head and looked at him, and inside her eyes was a deep plea.
Gwen Fox suddenly remembered that before she was taken away by Joel Smith that day, she seemed to be crying and begging him in the same way, “Help me, can you?”
He didn’t help her and watched her being taken away by Joel Smith.
The past was like the wind, making big waves in his heart.
He looked at her and felt a pain in his heart: “OK.”
But Gwen Fox was sensible in the end, “But you have to promise me that you’ll wait here until I come back, or else-”
Saying that, he paused for a moment, his black eyes cold as ice, “You know, Yolanda Taylor, the consequences of lying to me, you should know.”
She was probably really shocked by his behavior just now, and looked at him and nodded her head back and forth, “Okay, I’ll wait for you here, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you here.”
She seemed to have really behaved herself down, like she used to be when she was with him.
Gwen Fox didn’t scare her anymore and raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face, “Be good, wait for me to come back to get you.”
After saying that, he kissed her on the forehead, then opened the door and walked out.
By this time, the door to the fitting room had already been knocked on twice.
Seeing Gwen Fox, the crowd was shocked for a moment, “Young Master Fox?”
“What are you looking for?”
He straightened his collar, his expression was indifferent, and there were a few moments of impatience between his eyebrows, “I had my pants splashed with red wine, and I just went in to change them, so if you guys are looking for someone, I’m sorry to say that I didn’t see anyone come in.”
Hearing his words, a few people’s faces were a little disappointed, but the engagement banquet was imminent, there wasn’t much time before it started, and since there was no one here, there was no time to waste.
Gradually the original five or six people all left, leaving Primo Jones at last.
He looked at Gwen Fox, his face was cold, “Where is she?”
“You want to know?”
Gwen Fox looked at him and raised an eyebrow slightly, “I can take you to her, maybe she’s waiting for you to save her now.”
Primo Jones glanced at the half-hidden fitting room, his eyes finally resuming on Gwen Fox, “Don’t you dare touch her and I won’t let you go, Gwen Fox!”
“I didn’t know that President Jones could be so protective of other women!”
Gwen Fox sneered and pulled the corner of her mouth, lifting her leg to lead the way out of the fitting room.
Primo Jones frowned for a moment, but finally chased after him.
After circling around about once, Primo Jones finally got impatient, “Are you playing me?”
At this time, Gwen Fox also stopped, he leaned against the guardrail of that walkway, and lowered his head to light a cigarette, “I’ve already sent the people away, you’d better let the people disperse before it’s too late.”
Primo Jones looked at him for a moment, when all of a sudden, a waiter ran over, “President Jones, the old lady and the old gentleman are looking for you.”
Primo Jones had wanted to say something, but now he could only go and deal with his parents first.
Gwen Fox looked at the back of Primo Jones gradually walking away, he smoked a mouthful of cigarettes before extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, and then with a long leg, he turned around and walked back to the fitting room just now.
The fitting room was as quiet as when he came in earlier, he walked all the way to the changing room inside there, pushed open the half-covered door, and Yolanda Taylor, who had originally said she would wait for him here, only left it empty for him.
The man’s face was immediately gloomy, a face as if the black clouds that pressed the city, cold and scary, at the same time, the host’s voice came from outside the door, “Good evening to all guests, I’m the host of today’s–”
His face froze, reacted, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the downstairs.
However, by the time he ran downstairs, Yolanda Taylor on stage had already changed her clothes and walked out from backstage step by step on the arm of Primo Jones.
Her simple dress had been replaced by a floor-length bustier dress, and her face, which had been teary-eyed just a moment ago, was now beautifully made up.
She and Primo Jones quickly made their way to the front of the stage, and after a few words of banter from the emcee, Primo Jones got down on his knee and proposed, to which she smiled and held out her hand and said, “I do”.
With the spotlight on her, she looked like a completely different person from the one who had asked him in the fitting room.
Gwen Fox then realized that he had been tricked by her.
There were cheers from the stage, some people were coaxing them to kiss in public, he stood a few meters away and watched as she wrapped her arms around Primo Jones’s waist and tilted her head back to accept his kiss, his temples seemed to have been struck hard with a hammer, pain seized all his limbs.
The man beside him saw him and just wanted to say hello, but he realized that Gwen Fox’s face was full of hostility, the veins on his forehead rose in all directions, and the whole man looked like a beast that wanted to swallow people.
In the middle of the day, he vaguely heard the man’s chilly voice ringing out, “Yolanda Taylor, you lied to me!”
Gwen Fox’s eyes were red, he never thought that one day, Yolanda Taylor would do this to him.
His pity and love had just been stepped on so hard by her, and now, she was going to stand tall and provoke him in a high profile.
He used to love to see her smile; when Yolanda Taylor smiled, her eyebrows stretched and there was something indescribably beautiful about her whole being.
But now when he looked at her smile, he felt that that smile was a poisoned knife, seeing blood to seal the throat, a deadly knife.
Noticing Gwen Fox’s line of sight, she inclined her head and looked over, seeing him standing on the stage looking at herself, Yolanda Taylor slightly hooked her lips, then her red lips moved, and wordlessly said, “Gwen Fox, is it hard?”
Hard is right, back then, she was so hard, even more than him, a hundred times harder.
She sneered, withdrew her gaze, stopped looking at him, and continued pouring champagne with Primo Jones.
She said it, she’d settle it with him bit by bit.
Gwen Fox watched her lips as her face grew harder and harder; he hadn’t realized that when she said she was getting back at him, she was really returning the favor bit by bit.
There had never been such a pain in his heart, and he stood there, anger and fear overwhelming him.
She really, just hated him.
Hated him more than life.