“Snapped” a moment, the silence of the room inside this sound is very sudden, soon, the room is also bright.
The dim night light was not very bright, not so bright that it was blinding.
Yolanda Taylor watched as Gwen Fox stepped out of the inner room, and she slowly placed the mug in her hand on a tray off to the side.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
He lifted his eyelids and gave her a sidelong glance.
“Thirsty.”
Yolanda Taylor sidestepped her gaze and crossed to him before heading inside.
Gwen Fox poured herself a glass of water from the one she’d just set down and sipped it while watching her back.
Yolanda Taylor was soon back in bed, she just didn’t realize that Gwen Fox was prophetic.
She really couldn’t sleep.
Gwen Fox, however, seemed to have fallen asleep, and was lying beside her, his hand resting weakly on her waist, but not as domineering as he had been in the past when he had to take her into his arms.
The room was quiet, and she seemed to be able to hear Gwen Fox breathing.
She couldn’t help but move a little, and just after she did, Gwen Fox’s voice came to her ears, “Can’t sleep?” “Uh-huh.”
She turned and answered.
Yolanda Taylor had just turned when Gwen Fox reached around her to wrap her entire body into her arms.
“Let’s, uh, not make a scene, okay?”
In the darkness, Yolanda Taylor couldn’t see his expression.
She looked up and was only able to see those black eyes that looked like a huge beast hibernating inside the deep night, looking at her heart trembled.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t say anything, in her opinion, the biggest difference between her and Gwen Fox was that one was reluctant and the other was intolerant.
Hesitation and indecision kept things at a standstill.
If she was really that ruthless, she and Gwen Fox would have been done with it a long time ago.
But she wasn’t as ruthless as he was in the end, even though he had been so hard on her.
“Dear, let’s have a baby! I’ve always wondered all these years if, if that child was still well, how wonderful it would be.”
Probably because of the darkness as a cover, Gwen Fox talked a little more than usual.
But there was a carefulness and caution in his words, as if he was afraid of accidentally letting Yolanda Taylor run off the deep end.
“I know you didn’t send anyone to do this to my mom.”
In the darkness, Yolanda Taylor opened her mouth as well.
Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, Gwen Fox’s hold on her tightened noticeably.
She moved and raised her hand to touch those familiar features, “But Lamar Fox is your grandfather, that’s my mom, the mom who gave birth to me and raised me, this door of your THE Fox family, if I come in here, I’ll be sorry that my mom gave birth to me and raised me for so many years.”
This was the first time she had told him this, Yolanda Taylor hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but she also knew that a good separation couldn’t be done between herself and Gwen Fox.
“I’ve come back this time, I’ve been trying to make you feel the same pain I felt back then, but I realized it’s no use. Lamar Fox is old, and gone faster than I thought, and there’s a right to be wronged. He died for good, but I couldn’t let it go.”
She said, her hand pausing, “Gwen Fox, I actually know that you never wanted to marry me.”
She knew that, except that she’d been fooling herself so much that she’d agreed to it with alacrity when there was no way to be fooling herself.
She had indeed been delusional, but she hadn’t really been entirely that stupid.
In the end, she was still too young.
“It’s actually not just your fault that we’ve gotten into this mess, I’m at fault as well. I was young and uneducated, thinking that love should be defiant and moths to the flame, but now I realize that in fact, in this big world, there are many people who love but can’t be loved, and there are also many people who live their own lives in two loves. We all live with a lot of words, but life is like this, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.” “But I’ve climbed and jumped over this threshold, and I can’t even get over it. I will also give birth to children and become a mother, as long as I think of it, there was once a woman who loved me as much as I love my children, I have no way to let go of those things.”
“Then let’s not have children, just the two of us, okay?” He hugged her, pleading with such humility.
“Gwen Fox, fooling yourself is the stupidest thing you can do.”
She’d already learned that lesson and didn’t want him to taste it after himself.
“But I can’t let go of you, Dear, you’re all I have.”
She didn’t say another word, just closed her eyes and let the tears flow.
Gwen Fox realized now that his greatest fear wasn’t Yolanda Taylor’s hysterical accusations against him or her cold, wordless neglect; it was that, like now, she would patiently and soberly talk to him about the problems that existed between the two of them.
This sobriety and calmness left him with no way to cope with the fact that she was clearly in his arms, but he had the illusion that she had gradually flown out of his grasp, like a kite that had broken its strings.
He was desperate to prove something, and when he felt her tears, Gwen Fox finally relented.
He dipped his head and kissed the tears on her face, calling out to her as he did so.
Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips, only to feel her heart soaking inside a frying pan one moment and warm water the next, causing her pain and ironing.
There were a few moments of indulgence for Yolanda Taylor when the room’s nightlight came on again.
Heather’s departure had awakened her to the fact that she’d thought long and hard enough over the past few days that staying with Gwen Fox would only make both of them miserable.
She can’t forget the past and she can’t let it go, so she has no choice but to leave.
She also knows that Gwen Fox will not let her go easily, but she is not the Yolanda Taylor of the past, she has no body, she really wants to go, Gwen Fox can not stay.
Feeling her initiative, Gwen Fox was a little unbelievable.
He looked down at her, under the dim light, the face in front of him has a kind of indescribable charm, Yolanda Taylor is soft all over, wrapped around him like the vine that climbs and grows along.
“Dear.”
Gwen Fox only felt hot, and his voice sank into the twilight bell, one by one, knocking straight into the human heart.
By the time it was over, it was already vaguely light outside.
Yolanda Taylor couldn’t help but raise her arms and hug him, the lingering affection made Gwen Fox almost lose control.
He hadn’t seen Yolanda Taylor like this in a long time; since the fire, she was so full of thorns that any time he hugged her, he was pricked and bloodied.
“Gwen Fox, I used to love you so much.” She wrapped herself around him and leaned against his shoulder, her cherry lips quivering, teardrops shaking off those curled, slender lashes, and Yolanda Taylor opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder.
She used to, really love him.
Even though it was afterward that he had done so many outrageous things, in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to really hurt him.
But with a human life between them, she couldn’t turn a blind eye, so she could just, well, be apart.
Her voice was so soft that Gwen Fox didn’t hear what came before her, but only heard her say, “I really love you”.
Gwen Fox felt his eyes heat up, and even though Yolanda Taylor opened her mouth and bit him on the shoulder, he didn’t feel any pain, but rather an indescribable sense of comfort.
He closed his eyes and ran his hand over her bare back, “I love you too.” Yolanda Taylor’s teeth gave way and she let go, her whole body slumping against his, “I want to go wash up.” “I’ll carry you there.”
Her sudden meek confession, his whole heart was soft, even the coolness between his eyebrows faded a lot, turning into a distinct smile.
After saying that, Gwen Fox directly carried her down to the bed.