Yolanda Taylor wouldn't go to the hospital, so Martin Anderson had to send her home.
The slap seemed to have used up all of Yolanda Taylor's strength, she took a shower and then fell into a deep sleep.
Martin Anderson looked at the sleeping person on the bed, so many words clogged inside his mouth, wanting to say, but there was no one to listen.
He sighed, leaned over and raised his hand to probe her forehead, after confirming that there was no abnormality in her temperature, he closed the door and left the living room.
Yolanda Taylor had a deep sleep, but it wasn't good at all.
She had a lot of weird dreams, one about her dad buying her candy when she was a little girl, another about her gambling mom coming to the door to collect a debt, and the next about Joel Smith and Xenia Davis slapping her in the face and telling her not to get cocky.
Finally she dreamed of Gwen Fox, who was standing inside a big fog, watching her.
She wants to go after him and ask him if he's ever been attracted to her after all these years, yet no matter how hard she tries, she can't touch him.
After opening her eyes, Yolanda Taylor realized she was dreaming.
The curtains of the room were not drawn and the light inside was faint and somewhat dark.
She looked at the snowy white ceiling for a moment before she got up and drew the curtains.
The sun was bright enough for seven o'clock on a summer morning.
The room was suddenly open as the sunlight beat in.
Yolanda Taylor went out to the living room and realized that Martin Anderson hadn't left last night, and he was still awake, so big a person nestled on top of the sofa, looking at her a little heartbroken.
She just walked over, Martin Anderson woke up.
The sunlight in the living room was a bit harsh, Martin Anderson squinted his eyes and inclined his head to look at her, "Any discomfort?"
Yolanda Taylor shook her head and picked up two glasses of warm water, handing one to him, "Thanks for last night."
She opened her mouth with a slightly raspy voice, presumably from being frightened by Milton Beale last night.
Martin Anderson drank half a glass of water and looked at her for a while, "Working?"
"Uh, there's been a bit of a handover."
Her whole person was calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened last night.
Seeing her like this, Martin Anderson also stopped mentioning last night's matter, "Okay, wait for me for a while, I'll send you to the company."
Yolanda Taylor held her water cup and looked up at him, "I don't have any men's clothes here."
When she said that, she remembered something and froze for a moment, "Gwen Fox used to keep two outfits here, but they shouldn't fit."
"No, I'll go back and change after I drop you off at work."
Yolanda Taylor nodded and didn't make a pretense of refusing, finishing the water inside her cup and then going upstairs to change her clothes and put on light makeup.
When she came down, Martin Anderson was already cleaned up, and although her clothes were still from last night, after washing her face, her entire body looked much more refreshed.
Seeing her coming down, Martin Anderson laughed a little, "Let's go, send you poor working man to work!"
Yolanda Taylor smiled lightly and the two of them went out the door.
The matter of Martin Anderson staying over at Yolanda Taylor's house soon made it to the entertainment gossip news, and there were many people inside the circle of friends who were eating their melon.
Yolanda Taylor had been busy all morning, and it was only during the dinner break that she saw the link sent by Beth Garcia.
She did not click in, swept a glance after the phone down to eat.
Real or not, who knew.
When she followed Gwen Fox to meet all his friends, in the end, it is not just a sentence to how much money.
She realized that the first to move the heart of the people, ah, lose the most tragic.