Sweet Sweet Love

"I know. Aunt Jane, you should also take care of yourself."

"Okay." After a few seconds of silence, Yolande hung up the phone. Yolande looking at the photo of her and Austin on the screen, her eyes turned red.

Aron worked hard just to forget the woman in his mind.

He didn't take her words seriously. Looking at the plump woman, he loved her more and wanted to make up for his guilt for Yolande.

In the past, Yolande was submissive and humble. Now, the woman had become an eye-catching goddess, with a seductive aura all over her body, which made Aron want to get the idea of Yolande more and more.

Aron finished his extra work. At ten o'clock in the night, he didn't want to go home. He walked along the neon lights on the road alone, and hung a brown suit in his arms, with a slightly unpleasant look.

A familiar figure flashed through his sight. When she looked, she saw that Sunny was held in the arms of a man. The man moved restlessly, but Sunny didn't refuse. She was touched by the man's evil hand on her thigh. Feeling disgusted, Aron turned around directly. He didn't want to be stained by the scene in front of him.

Seeing Aron first, Sunny was shocked and knocked off the man's hand. "Shameless?" The man got angry.

Sunny turned around and glared at him. "My husband is here." The man's lustful eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and then he left. Sunny summoned up her courage and ran to Aron. "Aron."

Aron pretended not to hear and strode forward. "Are you deaf, Aron?" Sunny was also angry. She stood in his way. They divorced and even pretended not to know each other on the way?

"Are you hiding from me?" She blinked her big eyes innocently.

Aron sneered. "What? Are you still pestering me?"

She looked at him with her big watery eyes, looking aggrieved. "Anyway, we are a couple. We are a couple for a hundred days. Just now I can't live I can only play with them and make some money."

"I really don't owe you anything. You owe me, Sunny."

"I love you, but what about the result? You have done so many shameless things."

"You can't live? So, are you going to sell it? What's the difference between you and those women?"

He cast a disgusted glance at Sunny. "It's so dirty. I don't want to see you again." Aron turned around and left.

Looking at his resolute back, Sunny's lips curved into a cruel smile. Wasn't it you who forced me to scheme step by step?

Aron, don't blame me. It's all your fault!

Aron walked to the private hospital of Austin and looked up at the magnificent floor. In the dark night, the man's eyes were blazing with passion. He couldn't restrain his inner feelings and walked towards the door of the private hospital. The security guard stopped him. "Who is it?"

"Aron, Mr. Austin lives here. I'm here to see him." The security guard saw that Mr. Aron didn't dare to stop him and let him in.

In the ward, when Austin woke up, tears welled up in Yolande's eyes. "Don't cry. Your eyes will be swollen if you cry." Austin raised his weak arm, touched the woman's head, and his arm fell powerless.

Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down Yolande's cheeks. Austin felt sorry.

Aron came to Austin's ward, stood at the door and listened attentively. From time to time there was a conversation.

"What do you want to eat?" He shook his head.

"Yolande, I can't hold on for a few days." The man was cruel and straightforward. She had to learn to face the reality that she was about to die.

"You are talking nonsense. No, I don't want to listen to you." She lowered her head, wiped her eyes and said in a hoarse voice.

"I know what's wrong with me." Austin thought it would be too late if he didn't tell him the truth.

"Yolande, in the past six months when I was with you, I had the happiest time in my life."

"I'm a little greedy. I hope this kind of life can last longer. I'm particularly greedy for living, even one day."

"I'll ask my lawyer to come over tomorrow and transfer all my shares to your name. Yolande, don't refuse."

She couldn't help crying on Austin. "Don't say that, Austin. I don't care about the property. I don't want it Boo... Hoo..."

"If I don't give it to you, who should I give it to?" The man said weakly.

Yolande was stunned and thought too much. Women in love were sensitive and suspicious. A casual word would touch a sensitive heart.

It turned out that he gave it to her because no one gave it to her? Yolande didn't care about the shares. She had never thought of taking a penny of his assets.

She cared. The reason why Austin

gave her the shares was that he treated her as the only one, not that he had no choice but to give her the property. She didn't want such a successor.

"I don't want it." In a fit of pique, she buried her face under the bed sheet.

He saw through her and showed a pale smile. "Silly girl, the money I earned through hard work naturally belongs to the woman I love most."

The masked woman had a

complicated feeling. She knew that

Austin had loved her silently for many years, but he still thought too much, doubted and denied it from time to time, and was in a bad mood. How could she be loved by such an excellent and perfect man?

She was not good, divorced, and had a bad reputation. She looked ordinary.

"Yolande, I have said that you deserve the best. Remember this sentence forever." "Okay." The woman sniffed.

Standing outside the door, Aron heard their sweet words intermittently. His heart was like a fire burning, restraining the impulse to knock on the door.

He wanted to leave, but his steps were disobedient. He stood still, and the sound of broken pieces came from the ward.

"Austin, shouldn't your heritage belong to your parents?" She blinked her watery eyes, with tears on her eyelashes.

"No, my shares belong to you. You are my lover. My parents have their own shares, which are enough for them to spend the rest of their lives." Yolande knew that Austin's parents were indeed very rich.

The man looked at her affectionately. "Yolande, thank you for accompanying me for the past six months."

"In the past three years, my life has

been very simple. I have to work overtime and go home. Social engagements are only occasionally. Most of the social engagements are for the senior leaders of the company. "

"Every day is the same. It has been repeated for three years. I feel lonely, but I don't want to find a good person to make do with it."

"My parents forced me to get married. I took my work as an excuse. Gradually, they stopped talking about my marriage."

"I thought that I would live like this in the future before I died. I was working."

"I've heard about you again. You divorced and lived an unhappy life."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐