Gwen Fox should have already made up her mind to bring her here, the villa had been cleaned up, there were quite a lot of fresh fruits inside the refrigerator, the closet inside the room also added quite a lot of clothes in both of their sizes, even the top of the dresser was filled with her commonly used skincare products and cosmetics.
Yolanda Taylor put her bag down and looked back at Gwen Fox who came in after her, “Spending the night here tonight?”
“You don’t like it?”
“No.”
She avoided his gaze and went into the checkroom, looking for a bathing suit to take downstairs.
This villa Gwen Fox should be letting people remodeled, hot spring pool in the back garden, connected to the first floor of the hall, the first floor hall inside the repair of the two showers, easy to soak after the hot springs directly rinse.
The first floor is almost all glass, inside can see everything outside, outside can also see everything inside.
The opposite direction of the spa just happens to be a home theater, turned on the movie, perfectly in the pool while soaking while watching.
Gwen Fox still had a knack for enjoying herself in these areas, and she was gradually getting a little pretentious as she followed him around more and more.
Borden City hadn’t quite warmed up in April, and the cold weather wasn’t much warmer than winter.
It was still raining today, and the three hot spring pools outside were misty.
She changed into her bathing suit and walked out, draped in a towel.
She felt cold just as she went out, but the pool water inside the hot springs was a bit hot, and she still felt hot when she first went in.
It wasn’t raining very hard, just fine.
Yolanda Taylor got into the pool and her whole body quickly stretched out.
The hot spring pool was so misty with water on a day like this that she could no longer see inside the villa.
Gwen Fox had wondered where she had gone; others had disappeared after she came out of the checkroom.
It wasn’t just her hands that were bruised and swollen, her legs had been lifted off the bed when she struggled, and she had several bruises on her upper calves.
The overhead light was dim and Yolanda Taylor was lying on the marble at the edge of the pool, squinting and slightly drowsy.
When Gwen Fox came out she didn’t know, waiting for him to step into the water before her eyes snapped open, “There’s a pool next to us.”
“I want to join you.”
He said, hanging the towel he was wearing aside before going straight into the pool.
Yolanda Taylor looked up at him, and in that mist of water, she saw the abs on Gwen Fox’s body.
As much as she hated him, Yolanda Taylor had to admit that Gwen Fox was a man with a face and body that was extremely seductive to women.
Five years later, his body has not changed at all, thirty-one or twenty-two years old man, “middle-aged fat” this phrase in his body does not seem to get half of the validation.
Seeing him come over, she lowered her head and dropped her eyes.
The water in the pool was not deep, about a meter or two.
Gwen Fox walked over to her and sat down, and Yolanda Taylor subconsciously moved aside.
She had just moved a little bit when her ankle was suddenly caught.
Yolanda Taylor huffed a little, “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at your feet.” He just caught her ankle and didn’t move, looking at her like he was consulting her.
Yolanda Taylor leaned over and pushed his hand away, “It’s not hurt.”
Gwen Fox looked down at her, under that water, and Yolanda Taylor’s white softness, made more pronounced by leaning over, wobbled and her dark eyes sank straight down.
Last night’s food for thought had floored him, and Yolanda Taylor was a deadly temptation to him.
When he first opened his mouth to let Yolanda Taylor be his lover he never even thought of touching her, eighteen year old girls are still dried up, except for a face that can be looked at, what else is there? Most men under the sun liked the same ones, he wasn’t big on lust, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own aesthetic.
Although he didn’t like any water balloon as big as watermelon, but he was half interested in Yolanda Taylor, who couldn’t even grasp one of his hands.
The first time he was interested in Yolanda Taylor was the day she got out of class without an umbrella and ran straight out the door of the school to look for him, her jacket was all wet, so he could only let the driver drive her to the cottage.
That night he had wanted to take her to a party, but she changed his shirt and came out of the bathroom, a pair of snow-white legs as if in a silent seduction.
She wasn’t wearing shoes, and her snow-white rounded toes were twining.
He looked at her coldly for a moment and only felt his lower abdomen burning, so he raised his hand and beckoned her over.
She was probably a little scared and didn’t walk well, so she fell directly into his arms.
If he hadn’t already had her under observation for over three years, he would have thought she was throwing herself into his arms.
There was nothing underneath her shirt, and when she crashed into his arms and scrambled to get up, her hands touched places she shouldn’t have.
He looked up to scold her, but accidentally looked inside the spacious neckline.
She was really white, as white as fat jade, or flawless.
The beast inside him just let loose and has never been the same since.
Once upon a time when he didn’t love Yolanda Taylor there was no denying that she had a really good body.
Not only was her skin white, but underneath her clothes were surprises that no one else would have guessed.
In fact, she just looked thin, because her bones were thin, so she appeared to be a little thin as a whole.
But the fact is that she is not a skinny bony hand, there is meat where there should be meat, and thin where there should be thin.
Yolanda Taylor’s waist, as if his palm can close over.
It’s really thin and it’s really killing me.
Everything last night was like a fragrant movie, replaying scene by scene inside his mind, and the blackness inside Gwen Fox’s eyes sank deeper and deeper.
Yolanda Taylor raised her leg to meet his eyes, and her heart fluttered.
This look in his eyes was too familiar to her, and she subconsciously wanted to run away, but her movements were not as fast as his.
Yolanda Taylor had just turned around when the hand was already around her waist.
Her entire back was to him, yet Yolanda Taylor could clearly feel the danger lying dormant.
“Gwen Fox!”
With some effort, she opened her mouth with a voice pressed with anger.
Just because she hadn’t let go last night didn’t mean she condoned it, and if he was going to give her an inch, she’d today-
“Let me see.”
A low male voice came from behind her and she was startled for a moment, turning around to find him looking straight at her back.
Yolanda Taylor’s face went cold as well, “There’s nothing to see!”
She said, trying to pull his hand around her waist away, but she couldn’t.
That hand was like a big chain locked onto her, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pull it away.
Suddenly, she felt the same in her back.
Gwen Fox kissed her back, “Does it hurt?”
Did it hurt?
Yolanda Taylor suddenly laughed when she heard that, “Did you know I would hurt too, Gwen Fox?”
Didn’t it hurt?
When she had been lying in that hospital bed, she hadn’t been able to hold it together several times.
Her entire back was burned, and she’d had seventeen skin grafts, but that was about it.
The doctor said that even if she continued, it would be impossible for her to recover.
This is the pain that is engraved on her body, the pain that can’t be gotten rid of for the rest of her life!