The forty-minute drive from the airport to the city was pressed down to thirty minutes by Gwen Fox.
The car had just stopped in front of the hotel, and he threw the keys directly to the bellboy and ran inside.
He couldn’t tell you how he felt, but he was angry and bitter and worried.
Along the way, he thought about how to question Yolanda Taylor later, but when he really stood in front of the room, he suddenly flinched.
He had been alive for thirty-one years, but there was a time when he flinched.
He didn’t dare to go in, he was afraid that what he would see was a scene of despair.
He did not go in, at least he could still deceive himself, the photo is fake, after all, Primo Jones body clothes are still good.
But what if it was real? The real and the fake are within a door.
All he had to do was push the door open and he would know whether it was real or fake.
Yet his hand fell on that door handle, and several times he dared not unscrew it.
Time passed, and Gwen Fox felt as if he had been standing there for an eternity, until that elevator door suddenly opened and people stepped out from inside.
He listened to the sounds of those people talking, and he finally gritted his teeth and twisted the door handle.
The door didn’t open, it was locked.
Gwen Fox’s eyes were red as he raised his leg and kicked the door hard, “Primo Jones, open the door!”
As soon as his words left his mouth, the door opened.
Primo Jones stood there in a suit, Gwen Fox looked at him with shadowy eyes and swung her fist straight at him.
Primo Jones ducked his head, “You don’t believe her?”
“Get the hell outta here!”
Gwen Fox went crazy, throwing punch after punch at him.
Primo Jones eventually got out of the way, and the two men went right at it.
Neither one of them got the better of the other, and while the punches didn’t reach his face, they both took a few to the body.
Primo Jones finally found a chance to hold Gwen Fox, and he pressed him against the wall with all his strength, “Yolanda was already like this when I came over here!”
Hearing him say this, Gwen Fox blushes for a moment.
Primo Jones saw that he seemed to have calmed down and let go, but he didn’t go away, he raised his hand to cover the small of his back, “You don’t believe in her, Gwen Fox, so you didn’t believe in her from the beginning.”
“I believe her, but I can’t believe you, Primo Jones!”
He said, sneering, “I’ll have this matter investigated, now you can fuck off.”
Primo Jones frowned for a moment, but finally pulled open the door to the room and left.
Gwen Fox unlocked the door and locked the security lock as well before he lifted his leg and walked in.
Yolanda Taylor on the bed seemed to be asleep; she was covered with a quilt, but her exposed shoulders were bare, and her clothes were being put aside.
He thought of Primo Jones staying here before he came, and Gwen Fox wanted to kill someone.
But he hadn’t seen Yolanda Taylor in five days, and when he called her every day, it didn’t take more than a minute for her to hang up.
Those five days away had felt like five years, and every night he’d had nightmares about going back and finding Yolanda Taylor gone.
Now she wasn’t gone, but something had almost happened to her.
He carefully scooped the person into the side of his arms, smelling the purposeful warmth of her scent, and Gwen Fox only gradually calmed down.
He was not supposed to come back until tomorrow, last night he stayed up late for a meeting until two or three in the morning, and in the morning he had just signed the contract, he hurriedly took the airplane back.
He was really missing her, and it was driving him crazy to think about it.
Yolanda Taylor sleeps very deeply, should be drugged, he picked her up without any sign of waking up.
Gwen Fox was tired too, he held her for a while, then went into the bathroom to take a shower, came out and fell asleep with her in his arms.
Yolanda Taylor was woken up by someone kissing her, and she stiffened at the thought of what had happened before she passed out, “You let go of me!”
“It’s me, Dear.”
She was slightly relieved to hear Gwen Fox’s voice.
Yolanda Taylor moved to open her mouth to ask him why she was here.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, his tongue poked in.
It was then that Yolanda Taylor realized that she and he had nothing on under the covers.
Remembering what had happened earlier, she resisted fiercely, “Umm… you… let go of me first!”
Gwen Fox withdrew the kiss and looked down at her somberly, “Don’t be afraid, nothing’s wrong, I’ll be back soon, don’t be afraid.”
“Don’t you lie to me Gwen Fox, I was drugged by Angela, who has been inside this room!”
“No one else.”
“You lied to me!”
Gwen Fox blushed when he heard her say that.
Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Yolanda Taylor’s entire body shivered.
She knew something was wrong with her, what Angela had said, and she wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
Gwen Fox was stunned for a moment as the tears fell, “Dear, I’m not lying to you, you’re fine, really, you’re really fine.”
“No way! What time was your flight?” She still had her senses and knew that even if Gwen Fox got the news and rushed back, it couldn’t have been that fast.
Gwen Fox didn’t want her to know that Primo Jones had been here, but he knew that if he didn’t say anything, she would think something had happened to her.
Finally, he opened his mouth, “Primo Jones was here first, he came early, at one twenty.”
Yolanda Taylor thought back to the time, “There’s half an hour in between-” She looked at him, the first time she’d looked at him like that since the fire, “Gwen Fox, there’s still half an hour, half an hour to do a lot of things, Angela, she won’t leave me alone, she must-”
She was in the middle of her sentence when the man’s kiss blocked it again.
Yolanda Taylor couldn’t push him away this time, her mind panicked and confused.
She thought of many possibilities, and with each one she felt pain.
Her thoughts retracted a little as her legs were spread, but Gwen Fox didn’t give her a chance, “Good girl, look, nothing happened.”
The two hadn’t seen each other in five days, and Gwen Fox hadn’t touched her for a week before her business trip because she was on her period.
Such enormity did speak volumes, and Yolanda Taylor felt no hard feelings in her body.
She was relieved and was just about to speak up and tell Gwen Fox to get out when she was suddenly picked up by him, “Dear, I missed you so much.”
He hugged her and kissed her as he said he missed her.
The inside of the room began to heat up, Yolanda Taylor was being held by him, but with each stroke it was like she was going to fall off and she had to reach up and hold him.
The light inside the room was dim, the curtains were shut so tightly that not a single ray of light came in from outside and Yolanda Taylor couldn’t even tell if it was night or day.
The shock had made her timid, and she could no longer be tough, wanting nothing more now than to hold Gwen Fox and drive away that false alarm.
Yolanda Taylor startled when her cell phone rang, and Gwen Fox huffed, her hold on her tightening, “Dear, you’re killing me.”
He lowered his head and opened his mouth in her ear, his voice raspy and low, as if it were fine wire, tickling and stinging.