Sweet Sweet Love

At this point, the sadness in his heart was deeper than he had expected. Well, life is not complete, right? Those who live to eighty years old, lying on the bed and recalling their lives, will also have regrets. Thinking of this, the woman's arm on his body moved. Yolande withdrew her white and tender hands and stood up from the edge of the bed.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Her eyes were swollen, and her face was dry after crying. Several strands of hair stuck to her face, making her look very embarrassed.

Austin fixed his eyes on her. Yolande rubbed her eyes to hide her embarrassment. "You are awake." Her voice was hoarse. "Yes, she is awake."

"Last night?"

"You had a fever last night. It was very serious. Waah... Waah..."

"Don't cry. I'm fine." He touched the back side of her head.

"Okay." Yolande hugged him and felt relieved. Austin woke up and his fever was gone. He felt a little relieved.

"Honey, I'm fine."

"Well, Austin, you must be fine," She murmured.

Yolande went to the bathroom and washed her face. Her eyes were swollen. She applied cold water on them to make them look better.

She took an apple, squeezed it into apple juice, put it in a glass and put a straw in it.

"Drink this. You need nutrition." After returning to the ward, the woman handed the cup to Austin.

"What's this?" He frowned.

"The apple juice is freshly made. Would you like to drink it?" She pouted.

As soon as his fever was brought down, Austin felt weak all over. He didn't want to eat anything. The juice in the glass made him feel sick. Looking at the eager eyes of Yolande, the man hesitated. She was scared and hoped that Austin could eat something to replenish his nutrition.

"Okay." Austin took the glass and drank half of it.

"Have some more." She stared at him drinking juice.

"Okay." Austin took a few more sips and handed them to Yolande. She drained the remaining half glass and put the empty glass on the counter.

The door creaked. Yolande turned around and saw Dr. Warren in a white coat coming in. "... ... Good morning, Mr. Austin and Mrs. Yolande. " "Good morning, Dr. Warren." Said Yolande.

Seeing that Austin had woken up, Dr. Warren's eyebrows were visibly relaxed. "Mr. Austin, how are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable?" "I'm fine. I'm weak." Austin said helplessly.

Dr. Warren walked over and examined him. His heartbeat, blood pressure and pulse were all normal. "Mr. Austin, what do you want to eat?" Dr. Warren put the examined instruments into the medicine cabinet and said.

"No, I just drank half a glass of juice." Austin said.

Dr. Warren nodded and left after giving some instructions.

On the weekend, Yolande cancelled the appointment in the afternoon and stayed with Austin in the hospital. At about ten o'clock, Mr. Mark and Mrs. Jane came. Seeing that their son had woken up, the two elders breathed a sigh of relief. Jane's eyes were red and swollen. Seeing her son, she tried her best to hold back her tears.

Sitting on the edge of Austin's bed, Mark looked at him with pitiful eyes.

Yolande quietly left the ward and gently closed the door. Austin's parents had something to say to Austin. She'd better go out.

With her back against the wall, Yolande sighed and looked dejected.

Facing Austin's parents, Yolande deeply realized that she was an outsider. Yes, she was not the real Mrs. Yolande, and the marriage certificate was not counted.

When she got the marriage certificate with Austin, she hesitated. At that time, she hadn't fallen in love with Austin.

Now, she really hoped that she was Mrs. Yolande. She might not be able to marry Austin.

As Yolande was lost in thought, the door of Austin's ward was pushed open. Holding her wife in her arms, Mark walked towards her when he saw Yolande leaning against the wall in the corridor.

She came back to her senses and stood straight. [DD] looked a little stiff. "Uncle Mark, auntie."

"Yolande, thank you for taking care of him these days." They expressed their sincere gratitude, and Yolande smiled in return.

"Thank you for your approval. I just hope that he can recover soon." She lowered her head.

"Alas..." With a sigh, Mark left with her wife in her arms. Looking at their backs, Yolande felt dejected. Their favorite son was seriously ill. How sad they were.

When Aron woke up, he found

himself lying on the cold floor with severe headache and many empty bottles piled up around him. He sat up with his hands supporting his body His palms touched the floor, which was wet and slippery. He rubbed his fingers and smelled the beer.

The beer was not strong, so he could still drink if he drank too much. Now his temples throbbed painfully. Aron lay down on the bed and felt better. He got up to make some breakfast casually. Looking at the sandwiched cakes in the plate, he was in a daze. When Yolande fell in love with him, Yolande wrote down his favorite food and personally cooked for him. He loved desserts and sandwiched cakes. Yolande learned it quickly and made them delicious.

She had been Aron's wife for three years. She got up early every morning to make breakfast for him. Aron didn't even look at his favorite sandwiched cake.

Until now, Aron was unclear, Yolande cooked a large table of breakfast every day, every day like this, he did not eat one bite, where did those breakfasts go?

At this moment, he missed her cooking.

He looked dejected and took a bite

of the crispy cake. It was his favorite food, so it was tasteless. After drinking half a glass of milk in one breath, Aron stood up and put on his suit. He was burning in his heart. He wanted to see Yolande and apologize to her, begging her to forgive him.

Aron drove to Austin's private villa. This weekend, Yolande should be in the hospital with Mr. Austin.

When he thought of Austin, he felt uncomfortable. The woman he loved had become the wife of Mr. Austin. Knowing the truth, Aron felt uncomfortable.

He opened the door and got out of the car. When he heard that Austin was in a ward, Aron knocked on the door.

Yolande opened the door and was surprised to see Aron standing outside. "What can I do for you, Mr. Aron?" "I Can we go out and have a talk?"

Yolande sneered and looked at Aron provocatively. What else did they want to say?

"Mr. Aron, I have nothing to say to you, right?" She said in a sharp tone and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Sorry It was me I misunderstood you... " Standing at the door, Yolande didn't give way to let Aron in. Yolande looked at Aron with a calm expression.

Oh, it's so ridiculous. An apology can

make three years of hell like life as if

it had never happened? Yolande didn't want to say anything more to Aron. Since Austin was seriously ill, she was in a bad mood and didn't want to argue with Aron about what had happened in the past

"Mr. Aron, please go back."