Sweet Sweet Love

After Brian left the hospital dejectedly, the disgusted look of Yolande appeared in his mind. He felt very uncomfortable and even more regretted what he had done and the harm he had caused to Aron and Yolande. Aron returned to his private villa. He threw his clothes on the sofa, slumped into it, and looked around the empty villa. The air was quiet, and there was dead silence.

After the villa at the top of the mountain was sold, Aron bought a new villa in a remote location. She asked the servants and housekeepers to leave.

The servant had served him for many years, so it was inevitable that he had some feelings. "Mr. Austin, let me follow you. You can go home alone. There is no hot food on the cold pot and the cold stove."

"No, thanks. I can cook some by myself." At the insistence of Aron, the servant had to leave.

Aron took out a bottle of ice beer from the fridge and sat on the floor to take a sip.

At dusk, it was two hours away from dark. When she got off work and went home, she found that the house was cold and there was no one to talk about the past. Would it be like this every day in the future? She went back home alone, cooked by herself and ate alone at the table.

The hostess was busy in the kitchen with sweat all over her head. The smell of oil and smoke was pungent. The Turner was rolling back and forth, and the dishes her husband liked were cooked in the pot.

The husband came back from work, walked into the kitchen and hugged his wife from behind. "Honey, you must be tired. What do you want to cook today? It smells good."

"Yes, it will be ready soon." The woman was shy with a sweet smile on her face.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, which made her feel happy.

Seeing his wife sweating, his husband felt sorry for her and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief.

"Let me do it." He took the spatula from his wife.

Aron longed for such an episode. Now, looking at the empty living room and the closed kitchen door, he frowned and looked lonely.

This villa was decorated simply and generously, with silver TV cabinets, a 24 inch TV, pale yellow wallpaper on the walls and woolen carpet. Many famous paintings worth tens of millions were hung around. Expensive wooden sofa.

"Aron, our house will be decorated with light yellow wallpaper in the future. Do you like it?"

"Well, as you like, I like it." He put his arm around the woman's shoulder, and Yolande leaned against it with a sweet smile.

He carefully selected the villa and finally decided. The location was remote, and the walls were pale yellow wallpaper. This reason was enough to make Aron buy the villa.

He raised his head and took a sip of the beer. The liquid left on his jaw dropped on the floor. The slightly bitter beer spread over her throat, a little cold, but not as bitter as her psychological pain. Sitting on the cold floor of his home, his heart was surrounded by loneliness. He couldn't help looking back on the past. Three years ago, his heart was pounded with the scene.

Oh, it turned out that her brother's work was specially designed to let him see this scene. He hated Albert.

Aron, who knew the truth, regretted and blamed himself. At that time, he firmly believed that Yolande had betrayed him on their wedding day. She tugged at his sleeve and explained incoherently, but Aron couldn't listen to a word.

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"Aron I won't divorce you. I love you Aron. " Aron kicked the belly of the thin woman kneeling on the ground.

"Shame on you!" She was ashamed into anger.

If three years had passed, he would have hugged Yolande from behind, kissed her and told her. "I believe you. You are my wife."

In the past three years, Yolande got up early every morning to make breakfast for him. For three hundred and sixty-five days, she made almost different breakfast every day. He never ate the breakfast she made for him. In the past three years, he had never seen her efforts.

"I don't have any appetite, unless you want to make me sick to death?"

The woman stood in front of her, her thin shoulders trembling slightly. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him, looking submissive.

Aron was so angry that his eyes were burning. He grabbed her hair and bumped it against the wall. Yolande bit her lips and refused to say anything. Her forbearance made Aron more and more brutal.

He stripped her naked and ravaged her with his devil's big hand.

"Did that old man touch you like this? You must enjoy it, right?"

"Are you dumb? Why don't you say anything? " Tears were welling up in her eyes, and she was silent.

Aron had never seen such a tolerant woman. He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Aron became angry from embarrassment. He slapped Yolande several times and slammed the door.

His heart ached. Back then, Aron was completely blinded by hatred and was very cruel to Yolande. Thinking of those past, he was afraid that Yolande would never forgive him for the rest of her life.

After drinking a bottle of beer, he opened the second bottle and gulped it down. She felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly. Maybe being drunk could make her feel better.

The sun gradually set outside the window. He looked out of the window at the slowly darkening sky with a blurred expression.

Under the effect of alcohol, his thoughts were more confused, Yolande's exquisite face reverberated in his mind over and over again, and his heart ached. And he was eager to immediately rush out to find Yolande, took her in his arms and kept saying sorry. He felt sorry for his three years' marriage and abuse of her.

He felt sorry for what she had done for three years. He hadn't eaten a single breakfast every night.

I'm sorry that I'm not with her every lonely night.

It was getting dark and the whole room was dark. Aron had been sitting on the cold floor for two hours. There were more and more empty bottles in front of him. She felt dizzy and her heart ached as if it was clamped by something.

Finally, Aron couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in the dim room.

The beer bottle fell down and the liquid flowed out from its mouth.

Austin had a high fever for an hour. Seeing that, Yolande was so anxious that she burst into tears.

"Dr. Warren, is there any way to bring down his fever?"

"Mr. Austin has been very weak recently, and his immunity has declined. It's normal for him to have a fever." Dr. Warren glanced at Austin who was in a coma.

His son had a high fever, Austin's parents were standing beside him, looking anxious.

In a coma, Austin held Yolande's hand. "... Yolande."

"I'm here. Wake up, Austin Boo... Hoo..." Lying prone on the bed, Yolande held Austin's hand with two tearful eyes.

Confused, Austin called out Yolande's name from time to time.

With tears in her eyes, Jane lowered her head and Mark patted Jane on the shoulder. "Let's go out." He glanced at Yolande, who was lying on the side of the bed and touching Austin's forehead. When Austin's parents went out, Dr. Warren took his temperature from time to time, but the high fever didn't come down. ☐☐