Yolanda Taylor said, pausing for a moment, her eyes cold as ice, “Because I’m going to make it hard for you!”
She laughed a little and raised her hand to push his away, “The pain you gave me back then, I’m giving it back to you a hundred times over now! Hard, Gwen Fox? Hard is right, I was so hard back then!”
Gwen Fox listened to her words come in sentence by sentence, only to feel as if his whole being was fixed by something.
In fact, he knew why, he was just unwilling to accept it.
But tonight, hearing her say it herself, that one word after another was like a sharp, pointed knife, stabbing straight down into his heart.
She asked him if it was hard, and of course it was.
Yolanda Taylor easily pushed him away and he stumbled two steps, half looking at her again, “I know you still love me, and without love there is no hate, and if you don’t love me, how can you hate me so much, right?”
He said this more to himself than to Yolanda Taylor.
“You shut up!”
Yolanda Taylor was suddenly annoyed, and he looked at her, thinking that he wasn’t really at the end of his rope.
He was actually right, she still loved him, it was just that within that love, there was hate, and she couldn’t see it anymore, so she just hated him.
After Gwen Fox realized this, she laughed softly, turned around and went over to her and hugged her, “Dear, will you cancel the wedding? Call off the wedding and I’ll give you whatever you want?”
Yolanda Taylor wanted to push him away, but he was holding her tightly, his hands wrapped around her back, and her whole body was like a hugging pillow being held in his arms.
She couldn’t push him away, raised her head and directly opened her mouth to bite on his chin.
She was really using her strength, Gwen Fox felt the pain and huffed, lost in thought, she slapped him directly in the face, “You’re dreaming Gwen Fox!”
She wrenched away from him with all her might and stepped back, sneering at him, “It’s nice that I want to get back at you, but it’s also true that I like Primo Jones. What do you think those three years were? Do you want me to remind you what I was to you for those three years?”
“A lover! A lover who gets paid to do things! Do you expect a lover to have feelings for you, Gwen Fox, or do you think I’m too innocent? I’m just a slut who sleeps with you! I’ve always been sober, and now you don’t seem to be.”
She was cursing herself, word for word.
Gwen Fox listened, her heart aching like never before, “Why are you talking about yourself like that?!”
Yolanda Taylor calmed down, her face nothing but cold, “Have you forgotten, Gwen Fox? That’s what others have said about me, didn’t you say the same thing to me back then? Tell me to be smart. Why would you tell me to be smart? It’s not because I’m a lover who can’t get on!”
“Stop it!”
“Why don’t you say it again? Young Master Fox, can’t you accept reality? But this is the reality, isn’t it? Have you forgotten what you said when you came to me?”
Speaking here, Yolanda Taylor suddenly stopped, she lowered her head, seemingly remembering old memories, then her red lips slightly moved, slowly opening her mouth to say what he had said back then, “Are you interested in being my lover?”
“A relationship that was stated from the beginning, I was uneducated before, now I understand-”
She looked up at him and smiled coolly, “I’m only worthy of being your lover, Gwen Fox. that’s what you told me yourself.”
She said, but tears were suddenly streaming down her face.
Not wanting him to see them, she raised her hand to wipe them away, but he reached out and caught her hand.
Yolanda Taylor looked at him with red eyes, “Didn’t you just want me to live and die? You succeeded, Gwen Fox! You succeeded, why don’t you let me succeed for once?”
Gwen Fox looked down at her, listening to her sentence by sentence accusation, the year of his own words, things he had said and done came up together, he wanted to open his mouth to retort, but he could not retort anything.
From the very beginning, he was the one who was sorry for her, giving her an identity that couldn’t be recognized, then giving her an extravagant hope that she shouldn’t have, and finally breaking her illusions with his own hands, and kicking her into the abyss of despair.
“Dear, I’m sorry.”
He bowed his head, and in his raspy voice was suppressed pain.
Yolanda Taylor drew back her hand, “You don’t have to say sorry, between me and you, it’s not as simple as these love-hate relationships! Don’t you forget, there is still my mom’s life between us.”
When she said this, her face was expressionless, and there was no half of the ups and downs between her words, calm and cold.
This was the Yolanda Taylor that Gwen Fox had never seen before, the Yolanda Taylor that had always been gentle and considerate in front of his eyes, occasionally a little playful, and more often than not, well-behaved and obedient.
No matter what time, her face is a light smile, a pair of eyes slightly curved, looking at him like soaked in spring rain in March, warm and soft.
But now, everything was cold.
He was suddenly a little afraid, and subconsciously wanted to hug her, but Yolanda Taylor sidestepped to one side to avoid it.
Yolanda Taylor ran behind him, “You go, Primo will be unhappy if he knows you came to me.”
“You haven’t even called me that before.”
Hearing her call Primo Jones so affectionately only made Gwen Fox feel a bitter lump in her throat.
“You haven’t loved me before either, we’re even Gwen Fox.”
Seeing him approach, she took another step back.
But when she took a step back, Gwen Fox followed her, and finally she was forced to the door by him, her back hitting the door straight on.
He forced himself over and pinned her to the door panel, one hand clasping her hands and the other wiping the corner of her moist eyes, “Don’t you do this to me, Yolanda Taylor.”
He said, burying his head down inside her shoulder, desperate and in pain.
It was the first time Yolanda Taylor had ever seen Gwen Fox like this, and if it had been before, she would have gone soft and said yes.
But it was the old days.
“I begged you back then too, Gwen Fox.”
“Dear, I really can’t live without you.”
“I lived four good years without you.”
As the words left her mouth, Yolanda Taylor suddenly felt a heat on her neck, and she was stunned for a moment, half reacting to the fact that Gwen Fox was actually crying.
She looked at him and suddenly had some mixed emotions, feeling ridiculous and pathetic, and in the end, she actually felt some pity for him.
Yolanda Taylor eyes inexplicably also hot, he is really despicable, take advantage of her soft heart, to now, but also want to drag her with him to feel bad.
Yolanda Taylor huffed, “Gwen Fox, it’s time for adults to pay for what they’ve done.”
“Pay whatever price you want me to pay except for leaving me.”
“See, after all these years, you’re still so overbearing and selfish.”
Gwen Fox looked up, his eyes red and seeping from freshly shed tears.
Yolanda Taylor’s eyes were also red, but there was no semblance of emotion in them.
Unable to stand it, he raised his hand to cover her eyes and lowered his head for a kiss, “Yolanda Taylor, I really love you so much.”