There were quite a few people in the restroom, and when Yolanda Taylor went in, quite a few people swept her with their afterimages.
After so many years, no one would have expected that after all these years, Gwen Fox finally married Yolanda Taylor.
Originally, when Yolanda Taylor burned herself to death in a fire, many people were shocked and at the same time had some thoughts, thinking that Yolanda Taylor was dead and Gwen Fox would not think of her anymore.
But I didn’t realize that Yolanda Taylor was dead, Gwen Fox disappeared in the blink of an eye, and no one could find her.
As a result, three years later, Gwen Fox came back, came back on her own, a lot of thousands of gold celebrities are alive again, although there is a Xenia Davis in front of them, but three years ago, who does not know that Xenia Davis is just a cannon fodder to block the knife.
But they didn’t get a chance to make a move, and in the blink of an eye, Gwen Fox got married to Yolanda Taylor.
Yolanda Taylor was almost married to Primo Jones before they got married.
Yolanda Taylor has been married to two of the most desirable men in Borden City, so if she doesn’t get hate, who will? Which girl on the scene hadn’t had her heart set on Gwen Fox or Primo Jones? As soon as Yolanda Taylor came in, the atmosphere in the restroom changed.
“Some people, life is really good, they can marry whoever they want.”
“Don’t be too envious, that face of theirs, even if we go for plastic surgery, we can’t get it.”
“You’re wrong, although men look at the face, but men are visual creatures, this first look ah, where is the eyes ah! She was able to play with two famous men in Borden City, so of course she relied on more than just her face! When you’re comfortable in bed, it’s easy to talk under the bed!”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, or you know!”
The woman glanced at Yolanda Taylor who walked in, “I’m just talking off the top of my head, after all, when it comes to men, I’m really not good at it!”
Said the woman, walking directly to Yolanda Taylor’s eyes, “Miss Taylor ah, this is something you’re better at, do you think I’m right?”
Yolanda Taylor gave her a faint look, didn’t respond, and directly entered an empty cubicle.
There was a giggle from outside, and she hung her bag up, smiling faintly as well.
She’d gotten used to it a long time ago, and not once or twice.
The group was gone by the time she emerged from the cubicle, and she washed her hands and turned to head out as well.
As she walked to the stairway, Yolanda Taylor ran into an acquaintance.
Angela.
Yolanda Taylor’s biggest enemy over the years, aside from Xenia Davis, was Angela.
Angela had been abroad the year Gwen Fox had split up with her, or else she might not have lived to see the day she set herself on fire.
Her feud with Xenia Davis had been going on for a long time, but with Angela, it was inexplicable.
Yolanda Taylor had absolutely no idea how she had gotten into a feud with Angela, all she knew was that Angela had tripped her up quite a bit, and every time, she had come down on her.
“Miss Taylor, it’s been a long time.”
It had indeed been a long time, she and Angela, hadn’t seen each other in almost six years.
Yolanda Taylor gave her a look, she didn’t want to mess with Angela here, “Excuse me please, Miss Angela.”
“Miss Taylor is amazing, oh I forgot, you’re not Miss Taylor now, you’re Mrs. Fox.”
“Excuse me, please, Miss Angela.”
She repeated, but Angela still didn’t move.
She stepped in front of her all of a sudden and whispered in her ear, “Yolanda Taylor, we have a score to settle, and we’re not done yet.”
“I don’t know what kind of score you’re settling!”
“Don’t you pretend to me! You know exactly what you’ve done yourself!”
“What are you doing!”
Gwen Fox looked down at Yolanda Taylor as she pulled Angela away, “Did she hit you?”
“No.”
Yolanda Taylor gave Angela a faint look and went down the stairs past her.
As much as Angela hated Yolanda Taylor, she was afraid of Gwen Fox.
Gwen Fox protected Yolanda Taylor, she didn’t dare to do anything, and resentfully entered into the restroom.
Gwen Fox lifted her leg to follow Yolanda Taylor, and when she arrived downstairs, Yolanda Taylor took a glass of juice and sipped it, “Can we go now?”
Saying that, she paused, not waiting for Gwen Fox to speak, she picked up again, “If you can’t, you can stay here first, I’m a little tired, go back to the car and wait for you.”
“Come on.”
He suddenly took her hand and Yolanda Taylor struggled a little, didn’t break away and had to let him.
The two just showed their faces and left, but no one dared say anything about Gwen Fox.
Yolanda Taylor had just gotten out of the shower when Heather’s message came through.
She looked at the top of the message, pursed her lips, and sent a question mark over.
There was no response from there, probably busy or asleep.
Gwen Fox came back from the phone and looked at Yolanda Taylor sitting on the dresser, “You’re going to see them tomorrow?”
“Tell me more.”
If they didn’t come to her door, Yolanda Taylor pressed on with the idea of meeting them.
Seeing that her face did look a bit tired, Gwen Fox didn’t say anything else.
Yolanda Taylor went to bed after a simple skin care, she got up early today, and went to the store after she got up, before going to the airport and coming back.
Probably because of seeing Angela, Yolanda Taylor remembered quite a lot of things in the past, she was very tired, but she didn’t sleep very well.
She was woken up by thirst in the middle of the night, and opened her eyes to find someone watching her.
Turning on the light, Yolanda Taylor realizes it’s Gwen Fox.
He wasn’t in bed and was sitting on a couch watching her.
When he saw her get up, he even asked her, “Why are you awake?”
“Wanted some water.”
Yolanda Taylor suppressed her remaining shock and got up and went out to get a glass of water.
Gwen Fox came out as well, and he also took a glass and received a glass of water, standing aside and looking at her, “I saw Jerome Perot today, and I envy him.”
Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor’s face cooled down, “What’s the point of you telling me this?”
“If I hadn’t separated from you back then, that child would already be in kindergarten.” Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor’s hand holding the cup tightened more and more.
She hadn’t argued with him in a long time, and she didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it.
“With a thud, the glass in her hand fell to the floor and shattered.
She looked up at him coldly: “What qualifications do you have to mention that child! When I called you with my last bit of hope, what kind of heartless Gwen Fox were you? Who are you to mention him!”
After all these years, she still remembers that one night.
She begged him to save her, but what did he say? He said, “You said it yourself, have you forgotten?
Listen to how desperate.
She did her best to hide in the restroom and call him, and all she got from him was, “Have you forgotten your own words?
She did not forget, until today, she did not forget.
“I remember everything I said, Gwen Fox, I remember it all.”
She said, smiling coolly, “Envious of Jerome Perot are you? Regretful, aren’t you? You deserve it, Gwen Fox, you deserve it!”