Yolanda Taylor didn’t say a word after she got in the car.
Primo Jones handed her a tissue, “Wipe?”
She didn’t move, but tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes, making it hard to watch.
Primo Jones sighed and reached over with the tissue to help her wipe the tears away, but all of a sudden, she threw herself into his arms, “Primo Jones, how could he even have the nerve to beg me, how could he! How could he!”
She said “how can” twice in a row, which made Primo Jones feel bad.
He let her finish crying and then wiped her eyes, “Take you back to your apartment?”
Yolanda Taylor nodded once and leaned back in that seat, inclining her head to look out the window of the car, then didn’t say another word.
It was quiet inside the car, and with Gwen Fox making such a mess, it was impossible to get a license before getting married.
The account book is not difficult to replace, only the ID card and account book were burned by Gwen Fox, ID card to replace the account book, the account book to replace the ID card, now both are gone, just to replace is a bit troublesome.
Yolanda Taylor closed her eyes and fell asleep without realizing it.
She didn’t sleep well last night, originally thought that she could come back to catch up on her sleep after having dinner with Primo Jones after receiving the license, but she didn’t expect Gwen Fox to be so disgusting, actually letting someone snatch her ID and burn her ID.
Now, well, she couldn’t get a marriage license.
But the wedding was already scheduled, even if he stopped her this time, would he be able to stop the next time? When the car stopped, Yolanda Taylor slept a little drowsily, dreaming of that night when she begged him not to go, not getting a reply, lying down with her back turned, her tears wetting a pillow.
“Yolanda?”
Primo Jones’ voice came and Yolanda Taylor slowly opened her eyes, glancing out the car window and realizing that somehow she was already under the apartment building.
“I’m going back.”
“Are you okay?”
Primo Jones hesitated, seeing that she didn’t look quite right.
Yolanda Taylor shook her head, “I’m just a little tired, I didn’t sleep well last night, I’m going up to catch up on some sleep.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Good.”
Primo Jones originally wanted to accompany her up, but just now Rhonda made a call, saying that there was a problem with a project and he had to rush back immediately.
He watched Yolanda Taylor enter the apartment before Primo Jones drove off.
Gwen Fox’s behavior this time is really too disgusting, but not many days will be his and Yolanda Taylor’s wedding, he did not want to expose some scandal at this time, so he had to endure.
Gwen Fox is really good at letting people rob him in public!
Yolanda Taylor slept for the whole afternoon, when she woke up it was already after six in the evening, the whole inside of the house was dark.
She raised her hand to turn on the light, touched her cell phone to order a takeout, and then got out of bed to wash her face.
Gwen Fox had burned her ID and account book, and she’d have to find time to replace them.
Yolanda Taylor went the next day to get advice on what she needed to do to get a replacement, and since she had lost both her ID and her account book, she had to go and get some proof that she would be able to get a replacement.
On Saturday and Sunday, Yolanda Taylor and the staff found a place to get together, and when they went out, they realized that it was snowing.
CoCo is a southerner, a very southern southerner, she followed her boyfriend to Borden City after she graduated from college, this was her first time to see snow, she was so happy, she surrounded Yolanda Taylor and kept saying it was snowing, snowing, snowing, and watched the other people take out their cell phones to shoot small videos and send out dynamics, saying, ‘Southerners watch the snow, and we watch the southerners! ‘.
Borden City’s first snowfall came a little earlier than usual, and Yolanda Taylor watched her employees get into their cars before she took a cab to get back.
A black sedan across the street had been parked there for quite some time, and Yolanda Taylor thought it was familiar, but couldn’t remember whose car it was for a moment.
The car she’d called on her cell phone arrived quickly, and it had the heat on, warming her up as she got in.
After this first snowfall overnight, the next day up outside the window silver.
The wedding is in six days. Primo Jones left the country yesterday, and I heard that Gwen Fox is also out of the country, and the two companies are competing for the same client.
Yolanda Taylor had heard it from Primo Jones, who knew she hadn’t wanted to see Gwen Fox since that day.
In fact, every time she’d seen Gwen Fox since she’d regained her memory, the two had almost always argued.
She hated her hysterical self too, but Yolanda Taylor didn’t know what she was supposed to do to keep her emotions in check so that she could remain calm even when he did something irritating.
It had snowed for three days, Primo Jones had come back on Wednesday, the day it had just melted, and it was so cold that as soon as he got off the plane he called her to tell her that it was too cold to go out at night, and that he’d come over to her.
Yolanda Taylor laughed and bought some ingredients for a hot pot online and waited for him to come over for dinner.
The two had kept a low profile for a month now, and after Primo Jones had given those few media outlets a warning last time, there hadn’t been any gossip reporters following Yolanda Taylor for a while.
Originally there is nothing to follow, they are not stars, always staring at what to see, but those gossip reporters do not know where to think, if not Primo Jones is ruthless enough, I guess they are not dead.
Primo Jones four o’clock off the plane, nearly seven o’clock to her apartment.
Yolanda Taylor opened the door and felt his cold air, she boiled cola and ginger soup, closed the door and went into the kitchen to fill a cup for him: “To drive away the cold.”
“It’s really cold today.”
He said as he unwrapped his scarf.
Yolanda Taylor smiled faintly, “Did the client take it off?”
Hearing her words, Primo Jones raised an eyebrow, “No definite reply yet, they probably want us to lower the price.”
Business Yolanda Taylor didn’t know much about business matters and changed the topic after nodding.
Eating hot pot in winter is a very happy thing, Primo Jones, who is a bit of a clean freak, didn’t like eating hot pot in the past, but being brought up more by Yolanda Taylor, she now eats even more vigorously than her.
“By the way, didn’t you say you’d go see your aunt and uncle sometime?”
Yolanda Taylor’s hand lurched slightly, right, Friday was the anniversary of Petra’s death.
Not long after Kipling Taylor had taken her last breath that year, Petra had been in a car accident as well.
That winter had really been colder than ever.
“Well, I’ll be there on Friday.”
“Without me?”
“I’ll just go by myself.”
Seeing her firmness, Primo Jones didn’t force himself.
It was almost nine o’clock after dinner, and Primo Jones didn’t even need to be jet-lagged when she came back after a full day of flying, falling asleep while sitting on the couch.
Yolanda Taylor came out of the kitchen after packing up her things and saw Primo Jones had already fallen asleep against the sofa.
The house was heated, but it was always cold when you fell asleep.
She went upstairs and carried a quilt down to cover him, dimmed the lights, and then took her clothes to the bathroom.