The cigarette burned to the end burning his fingers before Gwen Fox came back to his senses.
He stubbed out the cigarette, took the cigarette case aside and took another one out to light it.
The entire den smelled of cigarettes, and he was wrapped up in it, but it still couldn’t occupy the unbearable heartache.
It was only after the third cigarette was over that he inclined his head to check the time on the electronic clock on his desk; it was already 4:30 in the morning.
Re-entering the room, Yolanda Taylor was asleep on the couch, the person shrunk inside that one black overcoat, revealing a half-white face.
He lifted his leg and walked over to her, touching her hand, cold as ice.
Gwen Fox frowned a little and leaned over to carry her back to bed.
She was sound asleep and didn’t wake up again, and when she reached the bed he tucked her in and she reached down to wrap the covers around herself.
Gwen Fox got under the covers from the other side as well, lifting a hand to gather her carefully into his arms before closing his eyes and going to sleep.
Yolanda Taylor woke up only to realize that she’d fallen asleep, and she wondered when she’d gotten back into bed, and just as she moved, she realized that there was a hand on her body.
She subconsciously frowned and Gwen Fox had already withdrawn her hand, “Awake?”
Hearing his words, she looked up at him.
I don’t know if it was because she had just woken up, but her face was a little white.
“Where do you want to go this Christmas?”
the Fox family left him alone, those two uncles were not good people, naturally Gwen Fox couldn’t spend it with them.
Yolanda Taylor was also left on her own, he seemed to have heard her say before that her father actually had two brothers and a sister, but because her grandmother favored sons over daughters, his parents cut ties with them all.
She also said that her grandmother wanted to sell her to someone else, and it was her mom who went over several mountains to get her back.
He grew up with a privileged life, and couldn’t understand why there were still people living inside the mountains, and only felt that Yolanda Taylor was telling stories to gain sympathy as he listened with rambunctiousness.
Now that I think about it, I realize that he never seemed to have much of an interest in her, and it’s no wonder that he was still hard on her later.
“I’m going back to Oman City.”
Her apartment there had never sold because she no longer considered Borden City her hometown.
Though she’d been born and raised here, her parents had died here, too, and her love was buried here.
After saying that, she sidled out of bed and went inside the bathroom to wash up in her slippers.
The snow that fell the day before yesterday had not stopped until now.
Yolanda Taylor looked at the snowflakes that kept drifting down outside the window, and couldn’t help but think of the second year she was with him, the year when the first snow came down in Borden City, she foolishly ran to the entrance of the villa to catch a small handful of the first snow and came back to make a wish for him.
“What did you wish for?”
She inclined her head to look at him with a probing and slightly self-deprecating look inside her eyes.
Gwen Fox didn’t expect her to ask that question, he didn’t know how to answer and didn’t dare to answer, “What wish?”
“Nothing.”
She withdrew her eyes and answered faintly, as if she had already guessed it.
She stopped talking, holding the milk just stood there in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window.
Gwen Fox looked at her back, only to feel that there is something in the heart of the obstruction, let a person stifling.
The snowy weather wasn’t very nice, but Yolanda Taylor didn’t go out, and neither did he.
It was just that her face didn’t seem to look very good, and after lunch, before she left the table, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you not feeling well?”
Hearing her say this, Yolanda Taylor frowned lightly, “What do you mean?”
“You don’t look very well.”
She looked at him for a moment and suddenly laughed a little, “After spending all day with people I hate, you expect me to look good.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
Seeing her about to leave, Gwen Fox subconsciously reached out and tried to cut her off.
It was only when he touched her hand that he felt something was wrong, “Do you have a fever?”
After saying that, his hand had already landed on her forehead.
Yolanda Taylor looked at him coldly until he let go of her hand, then she spoke, “I’m going to the study to draw.”
“You have a fever, let me take your temperature.”
“I don’t have a fever!”
She was just a little dizzy, not enough to have a fever.
Yolanda Taylor broke away from him and turned to run up to the den.
But she did have a fever, an illness that came swiftly but went slowly.
It was not yet apparent to her during the day, but by nightfall, Yolanda Taylor felt a little feverish.
She couldn’t help but think of what Gwen Fox had said at lunchtime, and her eyes fell on the thermometer sitting on her desk, and after a moment’s hesitation, she lifted her hand and pulled out the shell and put it under her armpit to test her temperature.
Ten minutes later, she brought the thermometer back out, and when she saw the temperature, Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips.
Thirty-nine degrees.
No wonder it was so uncomfortable.
She raised her hand and turned off the computer, walking back to her room to find her clothes and take a shower.
When she got out of the shower, Gwen Fox was also coming out of the gym.
Yolanda Taylor gave him a look and went to the dresser and sprayed some moisturizing spray before laying straight down on the bed.
Gwen Fox looked at her and couldn’t help but frown a little, “8:30, going to bed that early?”
“Uh-huh.” She answered faintly, pulling the covers over and wrapping them around herself.
Seeing that she seemed really sleepy, Gwen Fox didn’t disturb her and packed up his things and went into the bathroom.
After getting out of the shower, he took another work call.
It was after ten o’clock when Gwen Fox realized that Yolanda Taylor had a fever.
As soon as he touched her he felt like her whole body was on fire and she was hot for such a cold day.
She was wincing from the cold and her whole body was cowering in a ball.
Gwen Fox rushed to the den and grabbed the thermometer and was about to take Yolanda Taylor’s temperature when he saw thirty-nine degrees one pointing up on it.
Realizing that she already knew she had a fever, Gwen Fox’s face went cold and leaned over to wake Yolanda Taylor up, “You have a fever, take the temperature again and take some antipyretics.”
“No need.”
She didn’t just have a fever, her throat was inflamed and it hurt like hell to open her mouth.
After an hour or so of sleep, Yolanda Taylor was even more uncomfortable, her head was heavy and her whole body was still feverish.
Because of the fever, her reactions were half a beat slower than usual, and it took her half a second to realize that she was being held by Gwen Fox.
She raised her hand and pushed at his chest, but she couldn’t.
“Stop it and take your medicine first.”
“You put me down!”
She opened her eyes and looked straight at him, because of the fever, her eyes were red and contained tears, under the light, the tears flashed, looking as if she was going to cry out at any moment.
Gwen Fox looked at her for a moment, and finally put her back down on the bed.
He drew aside a pillow to cushion her back, one hand carrying warm water, one hand holding fever-reducing pills, “Take the medicine before you sleep.”
“Don’t need you to care!”
She raised her hand and knocked the glass of water and spilled it, some of the warm water spilled on her hands, some on the quilt, and more on the floor.