Yolanda Taylor was stunned for a moment, she hadn’t seen him angry for a long time, and now that she had, she was more or less afraid.
But this fear didn’t last long, she was infuriated by his words, “What are you? At the beginning of the marriage is you take Primo Jones forced me to marry you, now you ask me what you count? What are you, don’t you know?” She spoke word by word, each word was like a sharp pointed knife, stabbing straight into his chest.
Gwen Fox subconsciously tightened her hand, “You’re married to me, Yolanda Taylor!”
He said, taking a step closer to her, “Is it possible that I’ve indulged you so much that I’ve made you think that it’s okay for you to challenge me any way you want to, my bottom line, isn’t it?”
“Was it me who challenged you, Gwen Fox? Don’t you forget how much I hate you! I-well!” “I won’t allow you to love anyone else, you can only be mine!”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was pushed to the stairway where he pressed down and kissed her hard.
It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a nibble, he was like a madman.
Yolanda Taylor felt the pain and tried to push him away, but she couldn’t push him away.
His hands didn’t stop moving, and realizing what he was going to do, Yolanda Taylor startled for a moment, “You let go of me! I don’t want to!”
“You’re doing something wrong, Yolanda.”
With one hand he had one of her struggling hands clasped tightly, Yolanda Taylor couldn’t move at all with her hands held in his grip.
“Don’t you dare!”
She was wearing a pantsuit today, and he probably didn’t feel comfortable acting standing up, so he just carried her straight up the stairs.
Yolanda Taylor was thrown onto the bed by him, and just as she braced herself on the bed and tried to get up, he was already ripping the shirt off of himself and covering her body.
Gwen Fox’s face was cold and it was as if he couldn’t hear whatever she was saying.
He only wanted her now, and it was probably the only way he could prove that she was his.
When it was over, Yolanda Taylor raised her hand and pushed him, but she couldn’t push him and could only look at him coldly, “I’m going to rinse off.”
Gwen Fox had just slowed down, and when he heard her words, he slightly raised his head to look at her, only to see that the inside of those almond eyes was boundless coldness.
He was cut to the heart by her look, only to feel that his throat felt as if a stone had been placed to block it, which was generally difficult, “Dear, don’t you look at me like that.”
Yolanda Taylor didn’t pick up on his remark, “Get up.” He backed out and walked to the bathroom throwing the retired things and pulling a towel over him before he turned to go back up the stairs.
“I’ll carry you to the rinse.”
“Don’t touch me!”
She pushed him away hard, couldn’t, and her eyes went red all of a sudden, “Gwen Fox you get off me!”
It was so hard underneath her that it was as if she had been slashed several times with a knife.
But despite this, Gwen Fox wouldn’t let her go.
“I don’t want to see you, get the hell out of here!”
She said, opening her mouth and biting down at his chest.
But he was so muscular that she couldn’t get half of it.
Yolanda Taylor let go of her mouth, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes and sliding down her cheeks and onto the bare arm of Gwen Fox’s arm.
The hot temperature was a stark contrast to the cool air conditioning in the room, and Gwen Fox only felt burned for a moment, glancing down at Yolanda Taylor and realizing that her eyes were already a shade of red. His heart ached, and after he calmed down, he also felt some fear and regret, “Don’t cry, it’s my fault.”
Yolanda Taylor didn’t say anything and let him carry her into the bathroom.
When she landed on the floor, her legs were a little weak, Gwen Fox held her with one hand and turned on the shower with the other.
“You get out!”
She calmed down and stood under the shower, being turned on him.
The water misted inside the bathroom, and Gwen Fox didn’t get out; he looked at the mottled backside in front of him, and the knot in his throat rolled slightly, remembering the fire and regretting his impulsiveness and recklessness earlier.
He reached out and carefully hugged her from behind, “I’m sorry, Dear, I just love you so much.”
Where was his old haughty and unapproachable demeanor at this point in his life.
Yolanda Taylor raised her hand to try and get her hands off of her, but realized she couldn’t lift them away and finally gave up.
She didn’t say a word, she had been overly angry just now, that’s why she had choked, and in the end, she hadn’t suffered herself.
She had obviously come here to get back at Gwen Fox, but in the end, she had put herself in a passive and painful situation, and Yolanda Taylor didn’t know what exactly she was getting back at.
When she thought back over the past year, she felt like a joke.
When she didn’t say anything, Gwen Fox inclined her head to look at her, but Yolanda Taylor’s eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see anything.
The water from the shower kept running down, he felt a little hot, and so did the back of his chest pressed against it, his dark eyes darkened slightly, he couldn’t help himself a little, he lowered his head and started to kiss her.
Yolanda Taylor inclined her head away as Gwen Fox’s kisses landed on her neck, she opened her eyes and looked back at him through the vapor, “Haven’t you messed around enough, Gwen Fox?”
Yolanda Taylor was very much more sober than he was intent, confused, and in love.
Her voice was tainted with coldness, piercing his heart with increasing pain.
Gwen Fox subconsciously tightened her hand, “Dear, let’s have a baby.”
His voice was so soft, mingling with the sound of the water, that it was almost inaudible, but Yolanda Taylor heard it loud and clear.
She lashed out and pushed him away hard, “You’re crazy and I’m not!”
She said, reaching out and trying to pull the towel off a side shelf to wrap herself out, only to have him reach out and stop her in her tracks.
He forced her against the wall and looked down at her with a heavy gaze, “I’m not crazy, I want a child.”
His voice trembled as he said this, but mixed inside the sound of the water, Yolanda Taylor couldn’t hear it.
“Don’t you dare! You go away!”
He dared, of course he did.
Gwen Fox lifted her arms around her, trapping her in front of her eyes, then lowered her head and kissed her.
The kiss was much gentler than it had been a moment ago, but Yolanda Taylor’s heart was colder than it had been a moment ago when she thought about his words.
But he knew her too well, just as she knew his vow of silence.
Yolanda Taylor resisted less and less, her whole body held by him, her tears mixing with the water spilling down from the flowers, and she wasn’t sure if she was crying or not.