A lot of people looked over as the two left the stage, but Gwen Fox had always done things her own way, and this charity gala was supposed to be boring, and while no one had left the stage in the middle of the night tonight, it hadn’t been unheard of in the past.
The only thing is that there are some invited media reporters in the venue, two people so leave the scene, tomorrow may have to write how.
Gwen Fox directly asked the driver for the car keys and drove the car herself without letting the driver follow.
After getting into the car, Yolanda Taylor didn’t want to go anywhere: “I want to go back.”
“Go back soon.”
He inclined his head to look at her, as domineering as ever.
After saying that, the car slowly drove off.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t bother to say anything else, once upon a time Gwen Fox didn’t listen to her, and now he couldn’t possibly listen to her.
Gwen Fox’s world was used to other people’s obedience and submission, and she was used to it anyway.
The car was soon on the highway, and Yolanda Taylor couldn’t help but frown a little as she drove by the scenery flying by outside the window, “Where the hell are you taking me?”
“Soon.”
He heard the impatience within her tone, but never told Yolanda Taylor exactly where he was taking her.
The car picked up speed after getting on the highway, and twenty minutes later, the car got off the highway and drove along a provincial highway for a while, then quickly circled into a strip of road.
This March night is still a little cold, when the car stopped, Yolanda Taylor looked out the window, “Where is this?”
“Get out of the car first.”
Yolanda Taylor looked at Gwen Fox who had gotten out of the car and came around, pursed her lips and reached down to unbuckle her seatbelt.
“The light’s bad over here, give me your hand.”
She didn’t refuse, this was the countryside, the streetlights had been out for who knows how long and no one had fixed them anyway.
Gwen Fox led her down a small incline, then walked for about three more minutes before Gwen Fox took out her keys, unlocked the metal gate in front of her, led her inside for a couple steps, then touched the wall on one side and turned the lights on.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t know what he was selling, and it wasn’t until the light turned on that she saw the clusters of strawberries in front of her.
Strawberries shouldn’t be growing this well in March and April, but there was a shed built here, and the temperature was warmer than outside, and this was cultivated.
But Yolanda Taylor didn’t know what he meant, she looked back at him, “You brought me to see strawberries in the middle of the night?”
“Didn’t you used to say you wanted strawberries in March and April? I had someone build you a greenhouse, so from now on you’ll be able to eat strawberries every March and April.”
Yolanda Taylor looked at him, half silent.
Gwen Fox slightly averted her eyes, “I think I remember promising you that before.”
Hearing him say this, Yolanda Taylor smiled coolly, “You said it was before too, what’s the point of you doing this now? Let me tell you Gwen Fox, there’s no use, no use at all, you don’t have to waste this kind of mind in the future, no matter what you do, there’s no way for me and you to go back, and there’s no way we can go back!”
“Why!”
He lifted his hand and pulled her along, the incandescent light shining on the shadows of the two, reflecting on the wall as they overlapped.
Yolanda Taylor glanced at the shadow and for some reason felt as if her eyes had been stung by something.
She raised her hand and pointed at the shadow, “Gwen Fox, do you see that? The two of us are just like this shadow, looking hugged together, but in reality?”
She said, looking back at him, “Look at the two of us, almost half a meter away now? How did this marriage come about you mustn’t forget, just because I don’t argue with you or mess with you doesn’t mean I acquiesce to the two of us.”
“That’s because I know that I can’t resist you.”
The last sentence, she looked at him and said it word for word, each word like a sharp stone hitting him hard in the heart.
Gwen Fox looked at her, pain struggling in her eyes, “I’ve tried so hard to make amends and correct myself.”
“And if you make amends to correct it, I must wait for you where you are?”
She laughed softly and lifted her hand to pluck his away, “Gwen Fox, there’s no such thing in heaven, is there?”
Yeah, that didn’t make sense in heaven.
He knew that, but he couldn’t let it go.
His eyes lowered and he looked at the ground wondering what he was thinking, and silence fell between the two.
Yolanda Taylor wanted to leave, but this was the middle of nowhere, and she didn’t know where the hell it was, and it would be impractical for her to run out.
She stood there, not moving or speaking.
Time passed, and after about twenty seconds or so, Gwen Fox suddenly turned toward the strawberries inside the trellis, leaned down, and plucked them.
Yolanda Taylor looked at him and couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment.
After reacting, she hurriedly ran over, “What are you doing?”
“What’s the point of keeping them if you don’t like them?”
He inclined his head to look at her, and the pout inside those dark eyes made her flinch.
Yolanda Taylor let go of her hand, took two steps back and watched him uproot all those strawberries, she didn’t stop and didn’t say anything anymore, she just looked at him with a pale expression.
Gwen Fox pulled up a few plants, then suddenly stopped.
He looked up at Yolanda Taylor standing there, and for some reason, at that moment, he felt hopelessly powerless.
He didn’t continue to trash the strawberries, let go and walked back up to her.
“You don’t like it, let’s go back.”
Hearing this from him, Yolanda Taylor turned and headed out the door.
On the way back, neither of the two spoke again.
Back at the villa, Yolanda Taylor pushed open the door and got out of the car, then went upstairs and took her clothes into the bathroom.
Gwen Fox opened a bottle of red wine and sat herself down on the couch, drinking it without a glass.
He finished the bottle quickly, and when he was done, he got up and opened a second bottle of red wine.
By the time Yolanda Taylor got out of the shower, he’d already had two bottles of red wine.
It was all from his stash, not too high or too low, but after two bottles, he was more or less drunk.
Gwen Fox wasn’t drunk, he just looked at Yolanda Taylor walking out and he tugged at the tie in front of him before getting up and just walking over to her and hugging her, “Dear.”
Yolanda Taylor was just sitting in the chair in front of the dresser when Gwen Fox hugged her, his whole body was almost on top of hers and she lurched forward, almost landing on top of that dresser.
The smell of alcohol was strong on him and Yolanda Taylor frowned a little, a little smothered, “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, Dear.”
Yolanda Taylor pushed him and missed, “It’s heavy, get up!”
He used a bit of strength to hold himself up, not pressing himself all the way down on top of Yolanda Taylor.
But he still held her, then started kissing her with his eyes closed.
Yolanda Taylor tilted her head to avoid his lips as his kiss landed on the corner of her lips.
She looked at herself and him inside the mirror with cold eyes, “Gwen Fox, are you planning to rape me?”
When he heard her say this, he moved to listen for a moment, “I just wanted to kiss you.”
His voice was low and pleading when he said this.
But Yolanda Taylor didn’t half soften, she stood up and pushed him away as hard as she could.
Gwen Fox took two steps back, looking at Yolanda Taylor whose hair was a bit messy, his eyes were a bit dull, “We’ve been married for over two months, and I haven’t touched you in a long time.”