When she had finished speaking, her whole being sat down in that chair as if deflated, and she did not move again.
Gwen Fox raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, “It won’t even hurt you anymore.”
She probably heard that she didn’t want to answer, and sat there without moving her eyes for a second, only the tears refilling her eyes little by little and then running down from the corners of her eyes.
“Drive.”
Only after hearing his words did the driver start the car and drive forward.
Yolanda Taylor was probably tired of making a scene and didn’t move anymore.
The nicker of light from the car window shone on her face, an occasional white light reflecting her pallor.
Gwen Fox reached out and touched her hand, realizing it was as cold as ice.
He took her hand inside his palm, and Yolanda Taylor moved as if to pull her hand back, but she did nothing more than move.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the villa.
Yolanda Taylor was already asleep; she used to be a poor drinker, and after all these years, she didn’t seem to have improved much now.
Gwen Fox picked her up, probably because the wind was too cold, Yolanda Taylor moved a little.
The chauffeur opened the door to the villa, and it was still cold inside, besides not being as windy as it was outside.
The room hadn’t been occupied all day, and there was a rush of cool air as soon as the door was pushed open. Gwen Fox put Yolanda Taylor on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and then felt for the remote control to turn on the heat.
The room began to warm up, and Gwen Fox had just returned from getting a cup of hot water when Yolanda Taylor was already curled up in a ball on the bed.
She was so far under the covers that you couldn’t tell she was lying there unless you looked closely.
Gwen Fox put down the glass of water in her hand before walking over to help her pull the covers back slightly.
In the light, the tear stains on her face were very obvious, and half of her face was sunk into the pillow, her expression not very good.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment before going into the bathroom and washing a towel and coming out to help her wipe her face.
Yolanda Taylor moved a little, he thought she was going to wake up, stopped his hand movements to watch her, but after waiting for a while, she did not wake up.
After wiping her face, Gwen Fox helped her take her coat off.
He had lived for thirty years, and this was the first time he had taken care of someone with such care.
After removing her shoes, he turned off the lighting in the room, leaving only a nightlight on, then sat on the edge of the bed and watched her.
Ever since she’d regained her memory, she’d been nothing but angry and hateful towards him.
She was right, he had forced her to get the marriage license, he had forced her to go through with the wedding, and even tonight, he had been the one who had selfishly kept it from her.
She called him selfish, and he was indeed selfish.
After losing his parents the year he turned eighteen, he realized he wasn’t interested in anything anymore, and after living with hatred for so many years, she had burned away his hate and her love in a fire.
Now that the two have switched places, he realizes how much Yolanda Taylor loved him back then.
But there’s no time traveler in this world, and there’s no pills for regrets.
There was no way for him to go back in time to that year, or to make everything that had happened into something that hadn’t.
After Lamar Fox died, he was literally all alone.
She called him bossy or selfish, but he was really all that was left in the world besides her.
Yolanda Taylor woke up in the middle of the night, and she was a very poor drinker, sometimes so poor that she was likely to be knocked out by even the people around her who smelled too much of alcohol, not to mention a sip of champagne this evening.
But just because she’s drunk doesn’t mean she’s got amnesia, she remembers everything she’s done.
Gwen Fox had fallen asleep beside her, and he was on his side, probably trying to hold her, but since she was curled up, he had nowhere to put his hand.
It was pitch black inside the room, and she could barely see his hands and his shoulders and his face.
She moved back, then got up and got out of bed.
The smell of alcohol wasn’t really that strong on her, she just wasn’t used to going to bed without a shower.
Her throat was a little dry, so she went over to the side room and got a glass of warm water, drinking it before grabbing her clothes and going into the bathroom.
When she got out of the shower, Gwen Fox was awake as well and was sitting on the bed looking at her, “Is it hard?”
She didn’t have amnesia about tonight’s events, she remembered them clearly, and because she remembered them clearly, she didn’t even think about talking to him now.
It was vile.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t answer him and walked over to the other side of the bed and laid back down.
She turned on her side and raised her hand to turn off the light, plunging the room back inside a darkness.
In the darkness, Gwen Fox looked at her back for half a second before he lay back down.
He wanted to hold her, in the three years they were together, excluding the first six months when he didn’t stay overnight, in the following two and a half years, whenever the two of them slept together, she always took the initiative to go into his arms.
This habit so that after the fire for a long time he could not sleep, empty in his arms, nothing, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could remember the fire.
Now Yolanda Taylor was beside him, within arm’s reach, but he also knew that she wouldn’t let him hold her.
In the darkness, the raised hand retracted, and in the end, he didn’t dare reach out to touch her after all.
Yolanda Taylor couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, closing her eyes and remembering a lot of things from before.
She even had the urge to go get a knife and kill Gwen Fox right now.
Insomnia made her remember a lot of things from the past, and the more she thought about it, the more her emotions ran wild.
In the end she couldn’t take it anymore and took her coat from the coat rack, lifted her leg and went to sit on top of the sofa in the side room.
Gwen Fox was also not asleep, he got up and turned on the light, put on his shoes and walked out.
She was nestled inside the couch, her eyes slightly closed, looking as if she were asleep, but he knew she wasn’t.
He pulled open the door and walked out, the large villa was quiet.
Inside the study is as cold as an ice cave, he turned on the light, in the drawer under the desk to touch a pack of cigarettes out, picked a low head to light up.
The night outside was thick, and the snow continued to fall.
He suddenly remembered Yolanda Taylor’s second year with him, when the snow came down at the beginning of the year, she foolishly ran to the door and reached out to catch the snow for half an hour, so cold that her whole body was stiff, holding the snow and letting him make a wish.
She said that the wish of the first snow is the most spiritual, this is the first snow that she religiously received, he made a wish will certainly be realized.
Yolanda Taylor was only nineteen years old that year, and she loved him with all her heart, but the wish he made was for the family to get what they deserved.