Gwen Fox pressed the elevator, and it quickly stopped, so Yolanda Taylor had to stop struggling.
There were a lot of office workers living in this apartment, and at this time of day, it was just about time to go to work, and the elevator was packed with people.
Gwen Fox visibly frowned when she saw the pile of people inside.
Yolanda Taylor directly lifted her leg and walked in, now at this time, even if she waited for the next trip, it was still full of people.
Gwen Fox saw her go in and lifted his leg to follow.
His aura is large, people just went inside the elevator, the people inside will subconsciously squeeze inside.
The elevator stopped at one floor, but seeing Gwen Fox, no one dared to squeeze in.
It was hard to get to the first floor, Yolanda Taylor’s hand was already a little sweaty.
The two stood at the very outside and Gwen Fox led her out.
He had driven over last night after his shower, and the car was parked outside.
The black Rolls Royce was low-key, but the model and the badge were still very eye-catching.
When the two people just walked over, many people subconsciously looked at them.
Good-looking and rich, really enviable.
Yolanda Taylor sat inside the car, this side is not far from the studio, the car arrived in about fifteen minutes.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and just pushed open the car door, Gwen Fox on the side pulled her hand, “I’ll have dinner with you tonight?”
She hadn’t had dinner with him in a week and Yolanda Taylor looked back at him, “We’ll see.”
With that, she pushed his hand away and lifted her leg out of the car.
Gwen Fox watched her back until the person went inside the store and he drove off.
Yolanda Taylor was actually quite busy in the last few days, because there were a lot of people getting married in May, so there were a lot of people coming in to inquire about weddings.
Although she recruited a planning director in the store, but the director may not always be in the store, because the setup scene wants to supervise, Yolanda Taylor can not go there, basically let the director to go there.
Recently, there have been a lot of inquiries, and Yolanda Taylor has been very busy even though she is inside the store.
Today, Tuesday, there are fewer people than on Saturday, and Yolanda Taylor was able to perfect the design that Miss Garcia made last time.
Borden City doesn’t seem to be as cold in the middle of April, but it’s still oozing with the occasional cloudy day.
Today’s weather was nice and warm in the middle of the day, but after the sun went down in the evening, the weather clouded up and it got cold.
Yolanda Taylor had just put on her trench coat when CoCo knocked on the door, “boss Yolanda, President Fox is here.” “I know.”
She’d said she’d look again this morning, but it turned out that Gwen Fox had come straight over to pick her up for dinner, regardless of whether she’d said yes or no.
Hmph, can’t change the bossiness.
Yolanda Taylor grabbed her bag and lifted her leg.
He stood in the trailing remnants of the sun, his face sunk in the dimness, appearing cold throughout.
Yolanda Taylor hadn’t seen Gwen Fox like this in a long time, and she was struck dumb for a moment, feeling as if she’d gone back years.
But soon, he lifted his leg and walked over, “Fondue tonight?”
“Uh-huh.”
She was too lazy to argue with him over such trivial matters, the only grounding thing about Gwen Fox was probably that he liked to eat hot pot, probably because it was spicy enough for him.
But his stomach is not good, Yolanda Taylor before in order to adjust his stomach also wasted a lot of effort.
Only after so many years, it was probably a waste of effort.
He’d always been a me-too, and she’d pretty much done everything she could to get him to drink millet porridge in the past.
“Dear–”
Yolanda Taylor snapped back at the sound of his voice.
A prophecy.
She’d said earlier in the evening to watch out for gastroenteritis with the hot pot.
As it turned out, he’d had it just after 9:00 p. m. After a few trips to the bathroom, Gwen Fox’s face was noticeably weaker.
Yolanda Taylor rummaged through the cupboards looking for medication, and after a long search, realized that all those medications had passed.
“I’ll call you Lewis, go to the hospital.”
He frowned a little when he heard her say that, clearly not wanting to go.
Yolanda Taylor took the phone and looked at him condescendingly, “If you’re not going to the hospital, I’m going to bed.”
“I’ll go to the hospital, you put on more clothes.”
Yolanda Taylor grabbed her coat as she called Lewis, who came over soon after receiving the call.
Gwen Fox had emptied out, and the man was sitting on the couch, not saying a word, no longer looking the same as before.
In the middle of the night, Yolanda Taylor accompanied him into the hospital.
The doctor prescribed an IV, not many people in the ward, Yolanda Taylor sat on the side and looked at him: “If you feel bad, I’ll let Lewis come in.”
She couldn’t hold him with her little strength, if she fainted in the toilet both of us would be finished.
He shook his head and reached out to grab her hand.
Yolanda Taylor tried to pull her hand away, but he looked at her pleadingly, “It gives me peace of mind.”
She was afraid he’d get that needle out, so she had to let him.
Yolanda Taylor looked down at the back of his hand where the needle was inserted and remembered that when he had his first gastroenteritis, she was so anxious that she was on the verge of crying, but he just didn’t want to go to the hospital, and she could only cry while coaxing him, and it took more than ten minutes of coaxing before he agreed to go to the hospital.
That night was a real mess, Yolanda Taylor watched him come out of the restroom when he collapsed on the floor, the whole person is confused, walk over to the hands and feet are trembling.
Luckily, he was only unsteady from dehydration, not shock.
But despite this, he still didn’t want to go to the hospital.
She usually listened to him, and when he got cold feet, she stopped talking.
After all these years, Yolanda Taylor didn’t think that Gwen Fox would have a day like this.
“What do you want?” Hearing his words, Yolanda Taylor gave him a look, “Thinking about the first time you had gastroenteritis.” She didn’t have the idea of reminiscing to make herself feel bad and stopped talking after she said that.
Gwen Fox remembered that night as well, he had never been so humiliated in his twenty-five years of living.
He had fainted right in front of her eyes, and her hands and feet were cold when she came over to help him.
Gwen Fox knew he had scared her, but he didn’t want to go to the hospital, it was just gastroenteritis, just get better.
But she has been crying all the time, as if the tears do not want money, crying him upset and angry.
Usually he glares at the person who dares not speak, that day has been hugging him and said: “Gwen Fox, let’s go to the hospital, go to the hospital, okay? I’m so scared, I’m afraid something will happen to you, let’s go to the hospital–” He didn’t have much strength left, otherwise he would have thrown her on the bed and taught her a lesson.
In the end he was cried by her until she lost her temper and let her call Lewis.
A little dazed at the thought of the past, Gwen Fox inclined his head to find Yolanda Taylor looking at her cell phone.
He looked down at her; he actually got IBS once a year, and when he first left Borden City that year, he even thought he was going to die, and in a daze, he thought Yolanda Taylor was coming to get him.
Then he’d been rushed to the hospital and hadn’t died.
“Dear.”
He opened his mouth and called out to her, Yolanda Taylor looked up at him with a cool brow, “Didn’t you used to dislike calling me Dear?”
He used to open and close his mouth with Yolanda Taylor, she had told him his nickname was Dear but he said it didn’t sound good.
“Yeah, did I? Don’t remember.”
He played it off and Yolanda Taylor put her cell phone back, “You go to sleep.” “I want to see more of you.”
“Suit yourself.”
She stopped talking and the rest of the ward was quiet, Gwen Fox just watched her.