Sweet Sweet Love

"Why did Mr. Austin come out?"

Dr. Warren passed by the corridor in plain clothes. He was slightly surprised to see Austin sitting on the bench. "It doesn't matter if you want to go out for a walk." He waved his hand lightly.

Bowing her head, Yolande gripped Austin's sleeve tightly. Dr. Warren looked at the scene in front of him and left.

"Mr. Austin, don't stay outside for too long. You are still weak."

"Okay."

Yolande stuck out her tongue at Dr. Warren's back. If he saw her red and swollen eyes, she would be embarrassed.

"How do you feel now?" The man raised his eyebrows, tilting his head and chuckling.

"Why did you ask?" Yolande curled her lips.

"Well, let's go back." "Okay."

Austin stood up with difficulty, Yolande supported his slightly shaken body. He tried his best to walk by himself, not wanting to put his weight on this thin and weak woman. He walked back to the ward step by step with difficulty. Yolande was surprised that his body was so weak, and her heart was suddenly clouded with a bad feeling.

It was so difficult for him to take a few steps that he sweated on his forehead and kicked the door slightly. She saw the sweat on his forehead and pain in his chest.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'll get you a towel to wipe your face." Before he could say anything, the woman had already turned around to get a towel.

He shook his head helplessly with a doting expression on his face. Yolande took a clean towel and wiped the sweat off the man's forehead carefully. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look into his eyes. However, the man stared at the woman squatting in front of him without blinking.

The air was strange. Yolande's heart beat fast, as if she was trying her best to suppress some kind of emotion.

"Well, wipe it clean." She tried her best to be calm.

"Okay." The man held her wrist with his slender fingers. Her wrist was thin and white, and her skin was smooth. She stood still and let him hold her arm. She lowered her head and her face was slightly red.

"You Let go of me. Be careful not to be seen. "

"I'm holding my wife's hand. Are you afraid of being seen?" Austin raised his eyebrows.

"Okay." She lowered her head, feeling sweet because of this sentence.

At that time, she decided to get the marriage certificate with him in order to take revenge for his money and connections. She had never thought of anything else. They got to know each other more and more. She liked the feeling of being Mrs. Yolande. In other people's eyes, she was his woman. She was happy to think of it. Anyway, it was not as bad as she had expected.

Not for his money, but for Austin.

He found that since he was sick, this man had become very obedient. He didn't resist him and treated him better than before. Even though she had to endure the pain of illness, she was very sweet in her heart. "Come here and sit next to me."

"No." She was still sitting opposite him and playing with her phone.

"Why?"

"No I don't want to."

The man put away his memory, and a smile appeared on his bloodless lips.

"I'll put the towel back." Lowering her head, she withdrew her white hand and rushed out of the ward.

After Yolande left, Austin took out a card from his bag and sighed. When Yolande came back, she tucked him in.

"Yolande, give this card to my father." He gave her a bank card.

Looking at the puzzled look in Yolande's eyes, Austin explained. "There is no limit to the amount of money in this card. Ten million will be transferred into it automatically every month."

His eyes darkened as he stared at the bank card in his hand. "My hospitalization medical fees cost hundreds of thousands of dollars a day. My father paid for it. Let him use this card in the future."

Yolande nodded and understood what he meant. She took the card from his hand.

"Okay."

On the day of Austin's sudden illness, it was an emergency. His hospitalization procedures were handled by Dr. Warren. At that time, Yolande stayed with him all the time, arranged by Dr. Warren from the private hospital. The money from Dr. Warren. Mark gave it to him. "For my father, he doesn't lack money. It's because I don't want him to pay." Seeing the pity in his eyes, Yolande keenly sensed that his thin lips moved, but he didn't mean to say anything more.

It was enough for the white haired man to send the black haired man away. Austin wanted to keep his dignity. He didn't want them to lose two things in the end. Even though the money was nothing to Mark. He did mind, very much.

"I'll go get it for uncle Magee." Yolande knew that Austin didn't give it to Mark directly, because he didn't dare to face the guilt to his parents. He couldn't let them enjoy their old age peacefully, but he had to worry about his own health.

Mark had a son in his middle age. Austin was the only son he had. He had always been very precious, but he didn't expect that he would suffer from this special disease. In order to cure her son, Mark had visited many famous Western doctors. Yolande turned around and walked out of the ward. She looked at the bank card in her hand and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She sighed and prayed in her heart that Austin would recover soon.

Yolande went to the bathroom. Her eyes were still a little red and swollen in the mirror, and her face was not very good. She gathered all her courage and turned to knock on the door of Mr. Markand Mrs. Jane's room. Thump! Thump! Thump The door was opened by Mona. "Mrs. Yolande."

"Mona, I'm looking for Mr. Mark."

"Mr. Mark is inside. Please come in, my lady."

When Yolande walked into the room, she saw that Mark was sitting on the sofa and reading a book. Seeing her daughter-in-law come in, Mark put down the book in his hand and sat upright.

Jane was lying on the bed. Seeing that Yolande come in, she stood up and forced a smile to her. "Yolande is here."

"Yes, madam. Please lie down." She smiled friendly at Jane.

Looking at her slightly red and swollen eyes, Jane knew that the child had just cried. Through her observation in the past few days, she saw that Yolande had her own son in her mind, and women's intuition had always been the most accurate. Jane liked this innocent girl very much. "Have a seat, Mrs. Yolande." Mona said.

"Well, thank you, Mona." Yolande didn't sit down, but walked out of Mark.

She handed the bank card to Mark respectfully. "Uncle Mark, Austin asked me to give you this card." She didn't go on. Who was Mark? Of course he knew what his son meant.

Looking at the card in Yolande's hand, a touch of sadness appeared on his extraordinary face. After thinking for a moment, he reached out to take the card from Yolande and put it on the tea table casually.

"Go back and tell him that I take it."

"Thank you, Uncle Mark." She said. 0000