“Miss, your recorder.”
The waitress who had just finished delivering coffee came over and picked up the recorder for her.
Yolanda Taylor reached out and picked it up, her hand touched the recorder and the coolness on it traveled from her fingertips all the way through her entire body.
She got up and walked over to the front desk, “Check please.”
“Table 7, miss, your friend has already settled the bill in advance.”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor answered, lifting her leg and walking out of the cafe.
Her whole person was in a trance, this October day was obviously not cold, but her heart felt like it had fallen inside an ice cave, so cold that she was shivering.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t know how she got out of there, she wanted to stop a taxi to go back, but she never stopped, she just kept walking.
As the evening darkened and her cell phone rang, she looked down at her bag for a long time before reaching down and pulling it out.
The call was from Gwen Fox, and when she saw the familiar name on the top of her cell phone screen, her entire body fell into an ice cave once again.
She stood on the side of the road and watched the cell phone in her palm ring again and again, but never had the intention to answer the phone.
After about ten minutes, Gwen Fox probably gave up too, and the phone went silent.
Yolanda Taylor looked up at the unfamiliar street in front of her, and she suddenly realized that she didn’t know where she was.
She couldn’t find her way back.
A cab pulled up in front of her, and Yolanda Taylor stared blankly for several seconds before responding.
“Where to, miss?”
Hearing the driver’s words, Yolanda Taylor glanced at the front of the car and naively asked back, “Where to?”
“How am I supposed to know where you’re going if you don’t tell me where you’re going?”
“I also, don’t know where I want to go.”
“You–”
“Back to the Royal Court Hotel.”
Yolanda Taylor opened her mouth to hug an address before the driver got mad.
She really didn’t know where she wanted to go, but the driver was also really embarrassed.
Yolanda Taylor inclined her head and looked out the car window at the night rushing by, her vision gradually blurring.
Half an hour later, the cab stopped, “Miss, the Imperial Court Hotel is here.”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor glanced at the price meter, took her cell phone and scanned the code to pay before getting out of the cab.
It was completely dark by this time, and there were quite a few people coming back to the hotel, so she stood in front of the elevator with a bunch of people waiting for it.
The elevator doors had just opened, and a number of people went inside ahead of her.
She reacted and lifted her leg to go in only to be able to stand on the very outside.
Soon the elevator was emptying of people and Yolanda Taylor didn’t react until the elevator came back down to the first floor and someone walked in.
She pressed the floor again and this time she wasn’t lost in thought, the elevator reached the floor and she lifted her leg and walked out.
Just as she exited the elevator, Yolanda Taylor saw someone standing in that long hallway.
It was Gwen Fox.
She remembered what the man had said a few hours earlier and felt her head buzzing.
Yolanda Taylor stood there, not moving.
Gwen Fox frowned a little and lifted her leg and walked over, “What’s wrong with you, I called you several times.”
He said, looking down and seeing that she wasn’t looking very well, he wanted to reach out and touch her, but Yolanda Taylor’s whole body stepped back like a scared bird, “Don’t you touch me!”
She snapped, her hand blocking straight away from his outstretched hand.
Gwen Fox looked into her eyes, and for some reason, just felt as if Yolanda Taylor had changed.
But it wasn’t a change for the better; it was a change that scared him a little.
He swallowed the bitterness in his throat, “Have you had dinner?” Yolanda Taylor looked at him for half a second before she shook her head a little, “No.”
With that, she withdrew her eyes and lifted her legs to walk forward.
Only when she reached the door of the room did Yolanda Taylor stop and looked down inside her bag for the door card.
But the door card went somewhere, and she searched for a long time without finding it.
Just then, the recorder suddenly dropped out.
She stiffly watched as the recorder rolled to Gwen Fox’s feet, and Gwen Fox lowered her head and picked it up, “It shouldn’t be broken.”
Yolanda Taylor looked up at him and reached down to take the recorder away, “It doesn’t matter if it’s broken.”
At this time, she also remembered that the room card was in her wallet.
Finding the card, the door opened with a beep.
Yolanda Taylor walked in with her legs up, Gwen Fox following behind her.
She had just put her bag down when the man behind her hugged her, “What happened?”
He hugged her tightly, as if he was trying to snap her whole body into her arms.
Yolanda Taylor felt a little suffocated, “You let go of me!”
She frowned and raised her hands to struggle a little, but didn’t break away.
Gwen Fox looked down and kissed her, “I’m a little restless, Dear.”
“I’m hungry.”
She turned her head sideways, avoiding his kiss.
Thin lips landed on her cheek and Gwen Fox withdrew his attack, loosening his grip slightly, sliding down her arm to touch her five fingers, “Your hands are cold.”
Yolanda Taylor subconsciously shrank, her hand escaping from his palm.
She walked over to the couch and sat down, opening the laptop inside her bag, “Why don’t you order some food and I’ll take a look at the chart.”
Gwen Fox stood there looking at her for a moment, seeing her eyes looking straight at that computer, and finally took a seat beside her before pulling out her cell phone and ordering some food.
Yolanda Taylor actually couldn’t look at the diagram inside the computer at all, her head was now blank.
The man’s words, the recorder, and the sudden arrival of Gwen Fox.
It all caught her off guard, she didn’t know what to do, just like when she first came out of the cafe, she couldn’t find her way, she didn’t know where she was supposed to go.
It was quiet inside the room, Gwen Fox told her to answer the phone and walked outside the balcony.
She looked up at the man standing outside that balcony and her eyes were sore and very hard.
Gwen Fox hung up quickly and Yolanda Taylor bowed her head before he walked in.
He didn’t walk over and stood in the middle looking at her for half a second before he spoke, “I’m going to take a shower.” Gwen Fox had actually arrived a little after three in the afternoon, except that he’d just gotten to the store when the clerk had told him that Yolanda Taylor was out.
He thought that Yolanda Taylor had gone to the wedding site, so he asked for the address of the hotel and rushed over, but inside the site, there were all the employees of Yolanda Taylor’s store, but he couldn’t see her in person.
He called her several times, but did not answer.
Later, he stood at the entrance of the banquet hall for too long, and someone came over and asked him what was the matter.
He said he was looking for Yolanda Taylor, but the man said that Yolanda Taylor was not here, probably communicating with the bride.
Gwen Fox assumed she was busy, so he didn’t call again, and waited on the spot for another half hour or so, and when it was already dark outside, he left and took a cab over to the hotel where she was staying.
He did not have this kind of emotion before, two days apart is like two years apart.
The moment he saw her walk out from inside the elevator, he felt that his entire afternoon of waiting was worth it.
That sense of relief and satisfaction was something he had never felt before.
But then she stood there motionless, and just as he walked over to her, he realized that something must have happened to her.
It turned out he hadn’t been wrong; she didn’t seem to want him to come, much less see him.
She was doing her best to restrain herself from looking at him or ignoring him or listening to him.
It was a lot like when she used to ignore him, but it wasn’t that kind of situation.
He couldn’t say exactly what was going on, he just felt inexplicably a little panicked.
Gwen Fox pursed her lips slightly and retrieved her thoughts as she lifted her leg and walked over, “Dear, what are you thinking?”