After the beginning of October, Yolanda Taylor had taken on six more weddings, two of which she’d been asked to design, and the other four had gone off the template cases inside their store.
She’d made a name for herself earlier in Oman City, then came back this way, and for what it’s worth, someone had dug up her affair with Gwen Fox earlier, which had helped to publicize her a bit, and she was now a hot commodity.
Designing a one-of-a-kind wedding isn’t easy, it’s a lot of work, so Yolanda Taylor is now charging for her work.
Her design fees are not expensive, but ordinary people can’t afford to pay for them, and most of them choose templates from their store.
Yolanda Taylor also regularly updates her templates, so now, except for those from better-off families, very few people ask her to design for them personally.
The two weddings were close to each other, both in the same week, and Yolanda Taylor was busy with their designs after the beginning of the month.
The weddings were at the end of the month, one on October 23rd and one on October 26th.
By the time Yolanda Taylor was free, October was almost over.
She’d bumped into Gwen Fox a couple of times during that time, and he’d appeared either across the street from her studio or downstairs in her apartment, just like he had during her memory loss.
Twice he’d tried to go up and talk to her, but she hadn’t given him a chance.
Between her and him, there was no point in saying anything.
November was the beginning of late fall in Borden City, and her father, Kipling Taylor, had died four years ago on November 9th, the same day she and Gwen Fox had gone, and Gwen Fox and Xenia Davis, the same day they had gotten engaged.
November 9th, a day when so many bad things happened.
After all these years, she still had to deal with it.
Not a special day, the cemetery was sparsely populated.
Yolanda Taylor bought a bouquet of flowers to go in, that year the money for this cemetery was still she scraped together to have the money, one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, her savings of one hundred thousand dollars all out, and later on also borrowed fifty thousand dollars from friends.
That night she was looking for Gwen Fox to borrow 50, 000 dollars, but I did not expect that after the lingering sex, the first thing he said was actually how much money he wanted.
It’s ironic.
After his father Kipling Taylor’s accident, he was paralyzed in bed for seven or eight years, and the picture on his tombstone was taken before his accident.
Their family of three has always been the envy of people, the father is tall and handsome, the mother is gentle and beautiful, the daughter is also well-behaved and clever, but a car accident has ruined everything.
Kipling Taylor year DUI, she did not want to argue for him what, but people are biased eyes, then if Kipling Taylor is not in order to give her college to save more money, he would not be so desperate, even the two hundred dollars of the chauffeur’s fee can not afford to pay.
The rain did not know when it came down, falling on the face so cold that it can make people shiver.
Yolanda Taylor was stunned for a moment, and it was only then that she retrieved her thoughts, “Dad, I’m leaving, I’ll see you next time.”
Even if Kipling Taylor had done wrong, he was still her dad.
The sky was overcast as if it was five or six o’clock in the evening, the rain was getting denser and denser, she stood in front of the entrance of the cemetery, the vendors who had stopped to sell bouquets of flowers on the side of the road just a moment ago had already left, leaving only an empty road, and there were fewer vehicles even passing by.
Gwen Fox stubbed out his cigarette, pushed open the car door and walked over with his umbrella.
When she saw him, Yolanda Taylor’s face was obviously much colder, “What are you doing here? Watching me laugh?”
He didn’t respond to her questioning, just held the umbrella over her head, “I’ll take you back.”
“No need for Young Master Fox’s kindness.”
Seeing her pull out her cell phone, Gwen Fox frowned, “It’s not good for cars in the rain.”
Yolanda Taylor naturally knew that, not to mention the fact that this side was a suburban cemetery, and no cars would even come at unusual times.
But despite that, there was no way she was taking Gwen Fox’s car.
Four years ago today, her despair and chills were all from him.
She took out her cell phone and sent a message to Primo Jones.
But today Primo Jones has a meeting, it’s only after eleven o’clock, he estimates that he will not finish the meeting until twelve o’clock.
When she didn’t say anything, Gwen Fox didn’t say anything either.
He put the umbrella over her head and stood outside of it.
There was silence all around, just the sound of the wind and the rain.
Yolanda Taylor got colder and colder as she stood there, as if she was back to that night when she was so cold.
Gwen Fox didn’t say anything to provoke her, standing outside the umbrella, his black wool coat covered in rain.
Yolanda Taylor glanced at him, her hand holding the cell phone tightened slightly, “You should be happy today, right, Gwen Fox?”
His heart ached slightly at her words and he pursed his thin lips without speaking.
There was a time when he thought he’d be happy, but now, he wasn’t half as happy.
That fire seemed to have burned away all of his paranoia, his once stubborn and unruly thoughts burned into a handful of ashes, and now all that was left was endless regret.
If he could, he really wished that he hadn’t done anything that day, as usual, and it would have been better than standing on stage engaged to Xenia Davis.
But there were no ifs, people always had to pay for the mistakes they made in the past.
The wind with the rain was cold, they had been standing here for more than half an hour, his whole body was outside the umbrella, the thin rain wet his hair and face, the wind blew again, the cold was piercing.
But he knew that night, she was probably also very cold.
The cell phone in her hand suddenly vibrated, Yolanda Taylor looked down and found an email from an unknown person.
She was stunned for a moment, tapping her phone in only to realize it was a news story that she wasn’t really interested in, and tried to exit out to find a taxi app, but somehow managed to tap in.
The link was a video that just clicked in and started playing before she could exit out.
Yolanda Taylor’s face went white when she saw the woman inside the video.
It was Petra, it was her mom!
The next second, however, she almost went crazy.
Inside the video, Petra was first hit by a minivan and then crushed by a large truck that followed.
She watched Petra inside the video fly out like a kite with broken strings before falling under the wheels of the big truck, and Yolanda Taylor’s whole body was shaking.
Gwen Fox, who was beside her, frowned when she saw that her face didn’t look right, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Don’t you touch me!”
She looked up at him, and under her pale face, the scarlet hatred inside those eyes was like a big fire that burned him all over.
Gwen Fox was stunned for a moment, “Dear-”
“You get out, Gwen Fox, you get out!”
Suddenly hysterical, she reached out and pushed away the umbrella he’d handed her, kicking her foot at his body, followed by the bag slamming into him.
Gwen Fox didn’t duck, and the edge of the hard leather bag smashed into his forehead, where the skin broke right through and blood oozed right out.
But Yolanda Taylor was acting like she was crazy, not letting him get close, not being able to hear him.
Gwen Fox looked at her like this, his heart seemed to be caught in someone’s death grip, and he could hardly breathe.
He could only take a few steps back and look at her in a muffled voice trying to comfort her, “I’m not touching you, so don’t get excited.”
“Get out!”
She glared at him, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, Yolanda Taylor was desperate and bewildered, “Why are you doing this to me, Gwen Fox, why?!”