Yolanda Taylor alcohol is not good, Gwen Fox has long known, so he has been preventing her from drinking, but a thousand defense, there is still a day to miss, such as today.
Heather can make a scene, when she asked Yolanda Taylor for her contact information, he was holding his breath, but he didn’t want to fight with Yolanda Taylor, so he could only express his dissatisfaction politely.
But this time Yolanda Taylor is no longer the Yolanda Taylor that obeyed him so much five years ago, she now listens to everyone but him.
He’d brought her to meet Heather several times before, but Yolanda Taylor hadn’t hooked up with Heather, and this time the two were suddenly together.
He knew Heather was up to no good, and Yolanda Taylor, who usually didn’t even like to go to KTV, was now being taken to a bar.
He knew Yolanda Taylor was drunk when she got out of the car, how dare she come to a place like a bar with the amount of alcohol she had.
He was so pissed off he was smoking, and Heather wouldn’t let up, if Ham Rodriguez had been a step too late he might have had to break this habit of not hitting women.
Yolanda Taylor had gotten drunk a few times, but had been pretty well behaved before, except for that one time not too long ago when she had suddenly gotten rowdy, accusing him word for word of all the bad things he had done in the past.
He’d come prepared, but Gwen Fox was still a little surprised to see Yolanda Taylor kick Ham Rodriguez in the crotch.
Yolanda Taylor previously with him when she euphemistically said she was afraid of Ham Rodriguez, always think Ham Rodriguez kind of smiling tiger is very scary, looking at people seem to smile but not smile, the bottom of the heart inside also do not know in the calculation of what.
She probably did not think she would one day kick Ham Rodriguez a foot, in fact, after kicking Yolanda Taylor was afraid.
She was drunk, but she wasn’t completely drunk.
But her fear disappeared when she saw Ham Rodriguez forcibly carrying Heather away. Yolanda Taylor didn’t think she was usually a very compassionate person, but for some reason, all she could think about was Heather’s line, “I’ve been in love with him for thirteen years and he still doesn’t love me,” and all she could think about was how she’s usually in love with him. But for some reason, all she could think of was Heather’s line, “I’ve loved him for thirteen years, but he still doesn’t love me.” The compassion and sympathy that she usually didn’t see rushed out, and when Gwen Fox closed the car door, Yolanda Taylor pushed the door open.
Gwen Fox did not expect her to make such a move, and subconsciously stepped forward to hug her, “What are you doing?”
“Let go of me! I’m going to save Heather! let go of me!”
She struggled badly, kicking and biting at him.
Gwen Fox glanced at Heather, who was being dragged by Ham Rodriguez, and her face went cold as if she was going to kill someone.
“You’re drunk Dear, stop it, Ham Rodriguez wouldn’t dare touch her!”
“I don’t believe it! You let go of me, Ham Rodriguez the son of a bitch, Gwen Fox you son of a bitch!”
Yolanda Taylor has always been gentle and well-behaved, she usually treats people with three parts smiles and seven parts politeness, even when she was separated from Gwen Fox, she had never been angry with anyone, and she had never heard her scolding anyone else, and it was only that year that she lost control of herself after suddenly realizing that something had happened to Petra.
But now, all of a sudden, she was cursing so loudly, her voice so high, the smile on Ham Rodriguez’s face had faded completely.
He glanced back at Yolanda Taylor before his eyes finally fell to the person in his arms, “You cursed me?” Heather’s face stiffened, but as she looked at Yolanda Taylor, she couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t blame me for your bad ears, it was Yolanda Taylor who cursed you, not me!”
Ham Rodriguez’s face darkened at the unnecessary smile on her face and he shoved her into the car, “Settle down!”
Heather opened her mouth and looked out the windshield at Yolanda Taylor, laughing her ass off.
Ah, what a fun night.
Yolanda Taylor watched the car drive away and stopped making a scene, only to look up and glare hard at Gwen Fox, “Asshole man!”
Gwen Fox frowned a little, “You’re drunk, let’s go home.”
“Home? I didn’t have a home a long time ago, where do I have a home.”
The struggle earlier had drained all her strength, and now Yolanda Taylor looked like a balloon that had been popped all at once.
Heather was taken away by Ham Rodriguez, and she stopped making a fuss, letting Gwen Fox carry her into the car and fasten her seatbelt.
Gwen Fox was afraid that she would push the car door again and run out like she did earlier, so he simply locked the door before going around to the driver’s side to drive.
He had just gotten in the car when he noticed Yolanda Taylor looking at him.
Her eyes were a little red, but more than her eyes, her cheeks were even redder, and it was obvious at first glance that she was drunk.
“Not feeling well?”
He raised his hand and touched her forehead to make sure her temperature was normal before he slowly started the car.
Yolanda Taylor was now in a semi-conscious state, knowing that she was getting into Gwen Fox’s car, and also knowing that the person who came to pick her up was Gwen Fox.
But she was drunk, and her brain was as disorganized as if it had been stirred up.
Her reflexes were slow, and she heard him speak, but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.
She remembered what Heather had said when she had cursed them earlier and looked at Gwen Fox and cursed back, “Asshole man.”
Gwen Fox’s face changed for a moment and he looked at her again, but only for a moment.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t curse, and when Petra was in trouble and she was making a scene at the party, the most aggressive thing she ever cursed was just a few words, flipping back and forth between asshole and son of a bitch.
When words like “asshole man” came out of Yolanda Taylor’s mouth, it was probably Heather who brought them up.
Gwen Fox’s face grimaced at the thought of Heather.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled into the garage.
Yolanda Taylor’s eyes were closed, and she didn’t know if she was asleep.
Gwen Fox unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, went around to the passenger side and opened the door, leaned over and wanted to help her unbuckle her seatbelt, but was pushed away by Yolanda Taylor: “Don’t touch me!”
She said, unbuckling herself and getting out of the car.
She walked crookedly, looking like she was going to fall with every step, but she wouldn’t let Gwen Fox help her.
Walking to the stairway, Yolanda Taylor stopped all of a sudden and looked back at him, “Gwen Fox, let’s have a horse race, and if I win, we’ll get a divorce, okay?”
She leaned on the handrail of the stairs, looking drunk, but the words she said were very sober.
Gwen Fox lowered his eyes, lifted his leg over to help her, “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, I want to divorce you.”
She said this smoothly, not like a drunk person saying it.
Gwen Fox gave her a look and simply lifted her leg and walked over to her and picked her up.
“I want a divorce from you, Gwen Fox. You forced me to get married in the first place! I want a divorce!”
She repeated sentence after sentence, her eyes suddenly misting up and soon tears were streaming down from the corners of her eyes there.
He held her in his arms, and the tears soon ran down her cheeks and onto the top of his shirt.
Gwen Fox sank back and didn’t say another word.