Gwen Fox looked at the closed door in front of him, and he lowered his eyes slightly for a long time before turning to leave.
Yolanda Taylor knew that it was already more than ten o’clock in the evening when the matter of her meeting Primo Jones today was posted on the internet, and she was a little stunned when she saw the news inside her cell phone.
She remembered that a few hours ago Gwen Fox came over to “warn” her, she thought that he had sent someone to follow her, but she never thought that someone had filmed her meeting with Primo Jones.
Yolanda Taylor backed off the page, tossed her cell phone aside, and brought the computer in front of her.
Yolanda Taylor’s pre-wedding meeting with Primo Jones has attracted a lot of thoughts, but no one has any real evidence, and Gwen Fox let the photos be deleted that night, the matter did not make much noise on the Internet, only people inside the circle know about it.
Lewis soon found out that the person who sent the photos was Xenia Davis’ best friend Lena, and Gwen Fox directly called her home, and Lena was so scared that she flew out of the country that night.
Xenia Davis is still suffering, and she doesn’t want to be cut off from her family’s financial resources to work outside to support herself.
The day went by faster and faster and it was January 27th.
Tomorrow is the wedding, Yolanda Taylor did not notify a friend, her apartment is still only her own person.
She did not ask about all the things that happened at the wedding site, she stood in front of the window, looking out the window, half of the joy that should be there.
Twenty-three years old that year she thought of countless times she married Gwen Fox the night before, their mood will be how excited and excited, and may not even be able to sleep, but how did not think, but was so calm and wave-free, like a pool of stagnant water, half the ripples are not.
A month and a half ago, the same was in her apartment, the same was married.
But that night her apartment was lively and cozy, unlike tonight, when she lay in bed, surrounded by cold like an ice cave, cowering under the covers, those painful emotions tugging at her head.
Yolanda Taylor had been up almost all night, she had dreamed a lot about the year when they had first separated and woke up with a large wet pillow.
The doorbell rang one after the other, and she sat up from her bed in a daze, and after two or three seconds, she went downstairs to answer the door.
“Miss Taylor, congratulations, today you are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
The makeup artist’s toast was as soon as she walked through the door, the blossoming smile on her face a stark contrast to Yolanda Taylor’s bemused scowl.
“Thanks.”
She responded nonchalantly, “Why don’t you guys come in first, I’ll wash up.”
The makeup artist froze and looked back at her colleague, a few of them staring at each other in disbelief.
But Yolanda Taylor had already reentered the building, and several people had to head inside.
The hardcover apartment had no wedding festivities at all, and the dominant white color made the room look a little cold.
The wedding staff, who had come over for makeup and photography, stood by the couch with very mixed expressions on their faces.
How were they going to get a festive wedding shot out of this place with no decorations whatsoever? Yolanda Taylor quickly changed her clothes and came out, looking at the makeup artist with a glance, “I’m ready, please come up.”
The makeup artist was originally very lively, but seeing her like this, she didn’t dare to say much.
When Lewis arrived with the people, the apartment was as quiet as if there was no one inside.
The living room and dining room on the first floor were no different from normal days, without any decoration, and the photographer and videographer stood by the sofa at a loss for words.
Lewis knew why Gwen Fox had asked him to bring someone over to help with the decorations, probably because she had guessed that Yolanda Taylor would not put her mind to it at all.
The wedding reception was a huge event, but Yolanda Taylor didn’t even give him an invite list.
Beth Garcia didn’t want to come, but Jerome Perot tricked her into coming, and when she arrived at Yolanda Taylor’s door, she had to walk in with her legs up.
Yolanda Taylor was on the second floor getting her makeup done, she took one look at Lewis and went straight up to the second floor with her leg up.
The makeup artist was applying Yolanda Taylor’s makeup and it was quiet inside the room on the second floor.
Beth Garcia looked at Yolanda Taylor sitting there expressionless and just felt bad, “Yolanda.”
At the sound of her voice, Yolanda Taylor’s head tilted a little, “What are you doing here?”
“I came, to check on you.”
She smiled a little, “I’m fine.”
She said and smiled lightly, just not half as much inside her eyes.
The makeup artist was used to Yolanda Taylor’s aloofness by now, “Miss Taylor, I’m going to apply your eyeliner, so please close your eyes.”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor answered and closed her eyes slightly.
Gwen Fox and the others arrived after eleven o’clock, and the only people in Yolanda Taylor’s house besides the makeup artist and photographer were Beth Garcia and Jerome Perot.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t let Beth Garcia stop the door, Gwen Fox came in directly, and there was no so-called “difficulties” after they came in, the whole process was so smooth that it made people feel dull.
“Dear, I’m coming to get you.”
At his words, Yolanda Taylor looked up at him.
She didn’t say anything, just smiled faintly.
It was one of the few smiles Yolanda Taylor had given all morning, and the photographer just caught the moment to snap it.
Because it was a side angle, the photo looked like two people looking at each other with affection, and Yolanda Taylor smiled a wan smile.
Beth Garcia just laughed as she listened to the photographer telling her coworkers that the bride was actually just a little aloof, but still seemed to like the groom in those words.
They couldn’t see it clearly, but she could really see that the one Yolanda Taylor had just given was clearly a sneer.
Gwen Fox is determined to make the wedding a big event, nine hundred and ninety-nine luxury cars around the city, but on the road wherever they encountered passers-by Lewis will lead people to give out red envelopes.
Yolanda Taylor sat inside the wedding car, listening to the people outside the car said blessing words, can not help but incline his head to look at Gwen Fox.
Noticing her line of sight, he also looked over, “Not feeling well?”
It could be seen that Gwen Fox was in a good mood today.
“Your grandfather never wanted you to marry me, and now that you’ve made it all over town, who’s face are you slapping?”
“Not slapping anyone in the face.”
He twisted a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, Yolanda Taylor didn’t take it, “I’m not thirsty.”
“Hungry?”
She looked at him and said faintly, “I get carsick.”
“Bear with me, it’ll be over soon.”
It was rare for him to be so patient, but to Yolanda Taylor’s ears, it sounded ridiculous: “Look, whether I’m comfortable or not, aren’t you still going to finish circling the city?”
She gave a cool laugh, then leaned back in her chair and slowly closed her eyes.
There were still media following them along the way, and Gwen Fox wrung the mineral water out of her hand and set it down, lifting her arm around her, “I’ll hold you.”