Cooper Coldson stood at the entrance to the corridor.
He had seen Yolanda Greenwood and Wesley Baker heading to the bathroom one after the other, so, as if possessed, he followed them.
Behind him blared the deafening music, and before him lay a scene of n and won entwined in passion.
He knew he should turn around and leave imdiately, but his feet were as though nailed to the floor.
"Cooper, save ! Save !"
Yolanda was still desperately screaming, but the light not far away was too strong; she couldn’t make out Cooper’s expression.
Save... ?
Cooper felt sothing was off. He had just stepped out when soone grabbed his arm.
"Cooper, what are you doing here?"
As if casually, lissa Greenwood glanced down the corridor and imdiately covered her eyes.
"Cooper, let’s go back. Don’t look anymore."
Yolanda watched helplessly as Cooper was pulled away.
Her tears broke free, and in an instant, she beca a puppet at the rcy of others.
Cooper had left.
Cooper had just left like that.
What had she been holding on to for so long, what had she been resisting?
This marriage was even more nauseating than the rape before her eyes.
Suddenly, Yolanda went crazy with resistance, pounding on Wesley.
She hated, she despised him to the bone.
The departing Cooper and the present Wesley were equally revolting.
Then, she truly couldn’t help but start vomiting, covering Wesley in it.
Wesley Baker imdiately stepped back several paces, looking at Yolanda with disgust.
"Yolanda?" Lola Gold had waited too long and, not seeing her return, ca looking.
She pushed Wesley to one side and went to support Yolanda, "Yolanda, what’s wrong with you?"
She felt Yolanda trembling all over.
Lola thought of sothing and glared fiercely at Wesley, "What did you do to Yolanda?"
"Don’t get wrong, I didn’t do anything. It was just a joke."
Wesley turned and entered the n’s bathroom to wash off the filth from his body.
"Yolanda, what happened to you?" Lola was terribly worried; she had never seen Yolanda like this before.
Those eyes that were always firm and lively had now turned to a dull gray.
Supporting Yolanda, she entered the won’s bathroom, helping her clean up, "Yolanda, say sothing, don’t scare ."
The cold water jolted Yolanda back to her senses, and she chanically turned her head to look at Lola.
"Lola, I’m okay, I want to go ho. Can you take ho?"
"Okay, ho. We’ll go ho," Lola supported Yolanda, and together they left Midnight.
On the way, Yolanda remained silent, just gazing out the window without saying a word.
In her mind, the image of Cooper being dragged away replayed over and over, each ti her heart ached fiercely.
Lola, extrely concerned, asked her softly, "Yolanda, how about staying at my place tonight?"
"Okay," Yolanda replied, not just for tonight. She would never return to the Coldson Family.
She was determined to cut all ties with Cooper Coldson.
After being dragged away by lissa, Cooper left Midnight.
Behind him, lissa chased after him, "Cooper, where are you going?"
"Ho," Cooper continued walking without pause.
"Cooper!" lissa caught up and grabbed his arm, "Don’t go back tonight. Yolanda probably won’t return either."
Cooper was silent for a mont but ultimately shook off lissa’s hand and got into the car.
lissa was infuriated, stomping her foot in frustration. She’d been back for so many days, but Cooper hadn’t shown her the slightest bit of affection.
After such an incident tonight, Cooper was still insisting on going ho.
It seed the fire she had lit was still not strong enough.
lissa walked back alone. At the entrance of Midnight, Wesley Baker stopped her.
"I’m telling you, Miss, can you find soone else next ti? This Yolanda Greenwood seems to have so serious illness, she threw up all over , it’s disgusting."
lissa Greenwood didn’t say a word, but led people to a corner behind Midnight.
"It’s your own incompetence, if Yolanda Greenwood had any feelings for you, why would she resist so fiercely?"
Wesley Baker sneered contemptuously, "When will the rest of the money be transferred?"
"Tomorrow." lissa Greenwood warned him for the last ti, "Rember, you must never seek out again. If this gets out, I have plenty of ways to kill you."
Wesley Baker watched her retreating figure and snorted.
A few days ago, this forr campus belle suddenly sought him out, asking him to get close to Yolanda Greenwood, promising him 500,000.
Seducing won was what he was best at, especially since it was Cooper Coldson’s wife.
The day he reunited with Yolanda Greenwood and Lola Gold, he saw that Lola Gold was interested in him, so he took advantage of Lola to arrange etups with Yolanda constantly.
Every ti he t with Yolanda Greenwood, he would report to lissa Greenwood.
Today’s grand play was also arranged by lissa Greenwood, and it seed the effect was not bad.
Alas, Yolanda Greenwood was an unromantic stone, but when he made his move just now, he found that she was more feisty than he had anticipated.
Thinking about it, he licked his lips greedily, feeling like he was about to explode below.
Cooper Coldson returned to the Coldson family villa and sat on the sofa without saying a word.
He didn’t know why he had co back, nor did he know what he was waiting for.
Jasmine King hesitated for a while before daring to speak up, "Sir, are you waiting for madam?"
Cooper Coldson didn’t reply.
"Should I call madam?"
"Call!"
Jasmine King sighed in relief, sensing that the master still cared about madam.
She imdiately called Yolanda Greenwood.
The call connected quickly.
"Madam, when will you be coming back?"
"I won’t be coming back tonight, Aunt Jasmine, don’t wait up for ."
The call was hung up.
Jasmine King cautiously looked at Cooper Coldson, for a mont, she thought his expression was very frightening.
"Throw her things out."
Cooper Coldson suddenly spoke up, startling Jasmine King.
"Ah? Isn’t that a bit..."
"Don’t you understand my words?"
Cooper Coldson looked up at her, his gaze as if he was about to kill soone.
"Oh."
Jasmine King didn’t dare to resist, and imdiately went upstairs to carefully pack things.
After she had everything packed, she found that Cooper Coldson had already left.
She had no choice but to leave Yolanda Greenwood’s luggage by the door, figuring it out when Yolanda returned the next day.
In the darkness, Yolanda Greenwood and Lola Gold lay in bed, neither able to sleep.
"Lola," Yolanda Greenwood began, "I’ve decided to agree to the divorce."
Lola Gold wasn’t surprised; she just felt sorry for Yolanda Greenwood, who still made such a decision in the end.
"Okay, Yolanda, I support you."
"Lola," Yolanda Greenwood suddenly rembered sothing, "don’t like Wesley Baker anymore, he’s no good."
At Midnight, though Lola Gold didn’t see anything when she looked for him, she had a feeling about sothing.
Now, hearing Yolanda Greenwood say this, she knew she was right.
"I’m sorry, Yolanda."
Lola Gold was filled with disappointnt and regret; she had almost hard her best friend for her own selfish desires.
"Silly girl, what are you saying?"
Yolanda Greenwood turned around and wiped Lola Gold’s tears, "Don’t cry, once we’re away from all this trash, we’ll only get better."
"Okay." Lola Gold sniffed, "It definitely will."
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