Sweet Sweet Love

"Yes, I love him. I want to get a real marriage certificate with him." She said in a low voice and lowered her head.

Said Jane with a smile. "My son doesn't agree, so you come to me, right?"

Yolande kept nodding. she would never fall in love with a man other than Austin. No mather whether he could recover from his illness or not, marrying the man she loved, in her opinion, was the most genuine decision.

She stared firmly at her future mother-in-law, with deep affection in her eyes. Jane knew that clearly.

She sat down and put her hand on her shoulder. "Yolande, I like you very much. I hope you can be my daughter-in-law. I don't have a daughter. I will treat you as my daughter."NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

She stopped, with tears in her eyes and sobbed. "But his disease..." She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with the back of her white hand. "Kid, you are still young. Just respect his will."

Disappointment was written all over her face. Yolande lowered her head and said nothing.

Jane comforted her, but she didn't agree to talk to her son. As a mother, she knew her son very well. He would rather be wronged by himself than be a burden to others. How could he agree to let his beloved woman be bound with him because he was sickly. When Yolande was taking a walk alone in the street, a car flashed past her. The sunset was red, and the sky was shining with a faint blue light. She walked slowly, with infinite sadness in her heart.

Recalling the happy days they had in the past, Austin took her hand and strolled on the street, discussing what they had seen and heard along the way. People passing by would greet them warmly. "Mr. Austin, are you shopping with your wife?"

"Yes." He didn't hide anything, and there was even a trace of joy on his handsome face.

She was too slow to notice his love for her when they were together. It was not until now that Yolande remembered that all his kindness to her was a sign of love.

After walking on the street for a while, it was getting dark. When Yolande returned to the ward, she saw that Austin was sleeping.

She went over to tuck him in and sat in front of the bed with her eyes fixed on the man who was sleeping very well. She raised her hand and her fingers touched his cheek. These days when he was ill, his skin was rough and dry.

Austin had always been good at skin care. On the dresser of the villa's bathroom, there were piles of expensive men's facial cleanser and facial moisturizer. Every day when he got up, he would carefully modify himself. Yolande stood up and fetched a clean towel. After returning to the ward, she sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to wipe his face, forehead and chin gently. The man's eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Wipe your face." The woman lowered her eyebrows and gently moved her hands.

He grabbed her wrist and looked at her affectionately. Yolande looked away and mumbled. "I want to marry you. Do you agree?" She still didn't give up, hoping that Austin would agree.

"Yolande, I have told you that you will meet the man who will accompany you for the rest of your life." He tried his best to hide the loneliness in his eyes.

There was a moment of silence in the ward. Neither of them spoke. Yolande carefully wiped his face.

Just stay with him like this. She didn't want to think about her future life.

Now she was different from the woman who had nowhere to go after divorce. She had a job, a heritage left by her father, money to produce money, and a luxurious villa that she could buy and live at will. If she didn't marry a man, she would live a carefree life. It was easy to live alone. Without a lover, she planned to live alone for the rest of her life.

Yolande fetched the men's moisturizer and gently applied it on his pale face with his fingertips. "Don't move. Your skin is very dry. You need to apply some lotion."

Lin Feimu obediently obeyed and did not move. Her fingertips smeared the lotion evenly on his skin.

In the dim light, Sunny sat on the armchair in coquettish clothes. She had her hair permed. Her Beige curly hair was straight to her waist, and her eyelashes were long. Her lips were red, and she wore a low cut purple skirt.

She changed her clothes from top to bottom.

The clock was ticking. She was restless, waiting for Aron to come back from work. She wondered what he would think when he saw her dressing like this. Would his eyes light up and the sparks of love for her be ignited again? She blushed with excitement. "Creak!" Aron came back and opened the door with the key.

Sunny calmed down, stood up and walked up to him with a big smile. "Honey, you're back."

"Okay." Aron looked up at Sunny and frowned when he saw her coquettish dress.

"Is it beautiful?" Her eyes sparkled with expectation.

"It looks good." He said lightly, quickly looked away and put his briefcase on the counter.

Disappointment flashed through Sunny's eyes. She still didn't want to take one more look at him?

She held the man's arm with a flattering smile. "Honey, thank you. I asked Becky to make you some duck soup. Have some."

"No, thanks. I've had dinner in the company." He withdrew his arm and sat down on the sofa.

Somehow, the woman in front of him was not interested at all. Aron didn't even want to have sex with her. It seemed that it was the first time that she saw Sunny's affectation clearly.

He felt disgusted with the greasy face of Sunny.

"Aron, what did I do wrong? You can tell me directly." She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

He stood up from the sofa in a fret. "Can you leave me alone and bother me?" Aron went upstairs with a gloomy face, while Sunny fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The cold floor couldn't resist the coldness in her heart, and Aron disliked her very much.

Sunny collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and her heart ached. The man she loved had been in love for so many years, but they had only been married for half a year. There was something wrong with their marriage. She was caught off guard. She didn't know how to redeem her marriage.

"Mrs. Yolande, the floor is cold. Please get up." The servant couldn't bear to see that.

"It's none of your business." She roared at the servant and the servant left with Yan Yan.

She sat on the floor for a long time to make sure that Aron didn't go downstairs. She asked him why he hadn't gone to bed and why he was still worried about her. She wiped her tears and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She put on makeup and cried. The face in the mirror was extremely difficult to see.

Aron's indifference made Sunny realize that something was wrong. Did he know something? Or did Brian say something to him?

Fear slowly occupied her heart. She sat on the cold tiles, her body trembling uncontrollably. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐