Sweet Sweet Love

Austin's condition was getting worse and worse. He was in a coma twenty-four hours a day and twenty-three hours a day. She hadn't eaten anything for three days and nights. She was so thin that she even lost her flesh.

He was infused all day long, and there were nutrients used to maintain his life. Austin's arm was covered with pinholes. Some places in his body was infected and inflamed, and there was a big swelling on the back of his hand. Yolande carefully held the hand pasted with adhesive tape and sterilized it with alcohol.

"Austin Don't leave me alone. Waah... Waah... " Tears welled up in Yolande's eyes and wetted the quilt.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Most of the time, it was Yolande who stayed in the hospital. She only went to the hospital when there was something important in the company. Austin didn't agree with the servants to take care of him. As long as she was with him, there would be no one else in the hospital except her and Mona.

Austin's parents went back. They were afraid that they would be heartbroken to see their son like this and couldn't control their emotions, Yolande guessed.

Jane called Yolande from time to time to ask about the situation of Austin. Every time she answered carefully, she was afraid that Jane couldn't bear the blow.

Dr. Warren came in to examine Austin. He opened his eyes and flashed them. He took a blood tube from his arm and measured his blood pressure. After listening to his heartbeat, he frowned and looked serious. "Mr. Austin's heartbeat is even slower." Yolande's face turned pale and he was stunned in the distance. "Dr. Warren, is there any other way to save him?" His tone was almost begging, and his nose was heavy.

Dr. Warren shook his head and looked pitiful. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Yolande." He passed by Yolande and disappeared in the ward.

She stood blankly in the middle of the floor, letting tears fall. She covered her mouth and didn't dare to cry out.

Since Austin had been lying on the bed, sweating from time to time, and there was a smell of sweat on his body, Yolande decided to wipe his body and change a set of clean clothes for him.

She wiped her tears, went to the bathroom to get a basin of water, put it on the chair, took off her shirt, and put a piece of plastic under his body, in order not to wet the bed sheet.

She wrung the towel with her small hands and put it on the man's thin chest. He was really thin, and Yolande couldn't bear to see him.

Austin was 1.8 meter tall, not fat, but very strong. Now she looked as thin as a branch.

Tears kept falling down from her eyes and fell on Austin's skin. She supported the bed with her left hand and wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand. Some water splashed on her cheeks, and Yolande continued to wipe his body.

After Yolande cleaned her upper body, she hesitated for a moment and took off his clothes. There was only one coat left on Austin. She took a deep breath, wiped his legs clean, and changed a set of clean clothes for him. After that, she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the man's dark skin.

When the infusion was almost finished, Yolande stood up and went to call the nurse. There were several nurses on duty in the private hospital, and the nurses here were more professional than the nurses in the general hospital. They were highly educated.

The nurse walked into the ward with Yolande, with a new infusion bottle in her hand. Austin, who had been sleeping for more than 20 hours, finally woke up and looked at her blankly. "Hi, Austin."

"What's this?" His voice was very weak.

"The nurse will change the infusion bottle for you." Said Yolande.

"Oh, how long have I slept?"

"Almost a day and a night." Her eyes were dim and her eyes were red.

The nurse quickly pricked the needle into his wound, adjusted the infusion bottle and went out. After the nurse went out, she blinked her two tearful eyes, pounced on him, buried her head in his chest and said nothing. There was a moment of silence in the ward. Neither of them spoke. The woman lay on the bed and held him quietly. She was afraid that the man would disappear if she was not careful.

"Don't be too sad. People always die."

"It's different," she suddenly raised her head and said in a hoarse voice.

"It's different. You are still very young, and that's the old death." Her eyes were full of tears, and the next second, tears welled up.

Austin looked at her with a sad expression. He didn't know what to say and kept silent for a while.

Seeing that Yolande had lost a lot of weight, Austin felt sorry for her. "Yolande, you're thinner." He touched her cheek.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. She lowered her head and said nothing. She sniffed for a while. "You are thinner than me."

"It's different. I was sick. You haven't eaten anything these days, okay?"

"No." Yolande shook her head in a panic. Austin's health condition was getting worse and worse day by day. She was not in the mood to eat. She just had a little millet porridge to prolong her life.

The man saw through her lie and

said nothing. Then she lay prone on his chest. Austin raised his other arm and held her in his arms, enjoying the warmth of waking up for a moment. Time passed by minute by minute, and Yolande was mentally praying for time to pass a little more slowly, so that the sober Austin would just quietly embraced

her.

An hour later, the man fell asleep. "Yolande, I'm too tired." Then there was no sound. Tears streamed down her face and fell on the man's quilt. Yolande closed her eyes and was shrouded in fear.

Aron sent people to inquire about the condition of Austin from time to time. When he learned that Austin had woken up less than two hours a day, a gloating smile appeared on his face.

Huh, Austin, if you're dead, you won't be able to be with Yolande.

"Mr. Aron, please sign your name." When he was distracted, the Secretary suddenly spoke. Realizing that he was too proud, Aron forgot that there was another person beside him. She quickly sat upright and saw the document in the Secretary's hand.

"Give it to me." The secretary handed the document to him. Aron spread out the document in the signing place, signed his own big name and handed it to the secretary. The secretary took the document and left.

Today, Aron was in a good mood.

After work, he specially went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, a kilo of duck meat, and went back to cook meal for himself. Since he dismissed the servants, the kitchen in the house had never been used. Recently. Aron was also in a bad mood. He had no appetite for dinner and ate casually at home at night. It was rare for her to be interested in cooking today.

Aron considered hiring new servants for his La Villa Nova. He was off duty late and had to work overtime, not to mention that he had no time to cook, so he had to hire servants.

Aron put the dishes into the kitchen and stood in the middle of the kitchen floor, staring blankly at the spacious stove. If Yolande stood in front of the spacious kitchen stove and washed her hands to make soup, he would stand behind her, and the woman looked back with a faint smile. That scene was very beautiful.

He made up his mind to get Yolande back.

Aron remembered that when he graduated from college, he rented an apartment and started his own business while reviewing for public courses. Yolande often went to his apartment and cooked a delicious meal for him as a reward for his stomach.

Now when he thought of it, Aron deeply realized that he was so happy at that time.

The man couldn't help but smile bitterly. He hadn't tasted her cooking for a long time! At this time, Aron realized that the two of them had been together for so many years since Sunny came...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐