Sweet Sweet Love novel Chapter 209

The morning sunshine shone on Austin's quilt. A gust of wind blew in, making him feel cool.

The woman stared at his handsome face, slightly stunned.

Compared with: the coldness and ruthlessness of Aron, the overbearing and gentle of Austin made Yolande feel warm when she thought of his tenderness.

Time was quiet. The woman sat in front of the man's bed and looked at him worriedly. They were silent, as if the air had solidified. The sun was shining outside and the bedroom was bright.

Yolande looked out of the window, and the thick leaves swayed gently in the breeze. The sky was very blue, like a blue duster cloth.

"You... Are you really okay? "

He opened his eyes, "no, don't worry."

"Okay."

She wasn't stupid. Even if he said Austin was fine, Yolande could tell how sick he was! She couldn't listen to the medicine every day, and her face would be pale if she was too tired. The point was that he got a fever from time to time

Resting his head on the pillow, Austin turned his face to look at Yolande intently. When their eyes met, Yolande slightly tilted her head and looked away from him.

"Don't worry about me, silly girl. I... He won't fall! "

"Well, have a good rest these days." Yolande looked at Austin with concern.

He smiled bitterly. She should care about him.

"You can sleep for a while." Said Yolande.

She touched his forehead gently and said, "his fever is gone."

With a relieved expression, he fixed his eyes on her face and asked, "do you have dark circles under your eyes? Didn't you sleep last night? "

"Really?"

She stood up and walked to a floor to ceiling mirror. She looked at herself carefully in the mirror. There was a faint dark circle around her eyes, which was difficult to find if she didn't look carefully.

"Yes, I can't fall asleep."

"Are you missing him?" Austin blurted out, feeling sad.

Yolande meditated and didn't know how to answer. She couldn't fall asleep and her mind was in a mess. She not only thought of the past when she was with Aron, but also thought of Austin... ...

"Yes, not exactly. I just can't fall asleep."

She walked over and sat on a small stool in front of Austin's bed again.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep. You stay with me." The man said overbearingly.

"… You can call me if you need anything. " Said Yolande.

"I'm sleeping. Don't leave me." Austin said domineeringly, ignoring what Yolande said.

"… I have to have breakfast this afternoon. " She pouted and glared at Austin. This man was overbearing, and she seemed to be unable to refuse him.

"I'll come back after dinner." He opened his thin lips and said slowly.

"Okay, wait for me."

Glancing at the man, Yolande stood up and walked to the door, preparing to go downstairs for breakfast. When she walked to the door, Yolande looked back at Austin who was lying on the bed.

"Do you want to eat something?"

"Well, have some porridge."

"Don't come down. I'll bring it to you." Said Yolande.

"That's exactly what I want. You take care of me these two days. I don't need to go downstairs." The man smiled evilly.

She was a grateful person and didn't like to owe others. They lived in Austin's house and used his food, clothing and daily necessities. Even though the two of them were very familiar with each other, they still felt guilty when they thought of it occasionally. If Yolande wanted to take care of Austin, she could repay him. Besides, she was also worried about Austin's health.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The man said dotingly.

She opened her eyes and looked at the beautiful figure at the door. A smile appeared on her pale face.

Stepping out of the office, Yolande closed the door and went downstairs in cotton slippers.

Mona had already prepared the breakfast. Seeing Yolande coming downstairs, she put the breakfast on the table.

"Mrs. Yolande, is Mr. Austin's fever gone?"

"Yes, I have returned." Yolande sat down and took a bite of the bun.

"It's good that your fever is gone. I'm old and won't be scared!" Mona sighed.

Yolande's arm holding the steamed bun froze and his face froze. He opened his mouth in an O shape and forgot to swallow the food in his mouth.

"Mona, is Austin seriously ill?"

Mona smiled and said, "Mr. Austin, I've watched you grow up. You are just like your own child. It's inevitable that you worry too much."

Looking at Mona, Yolande was always sensitive, and Yolande understood what she meant. Mona was trying to change the topic. Just like before, she didn't want to talk about the condition of Austin.

"Mrs. Yolande, please eat something. I'll bring some to Mr. Austin later." Mona said as she looked at the staircase.

"Okay." Yolande took a bite of the bun.

Puzzled, Yolande had breakfast absentmindedly. She wondered what was wrong with Austin? Why didn't anyone tell her? Why couldn't she know?

A lot of question marks shuttled back and forth in her heart, but she couldn't find an exit. Yolande felt very aggrieved.

She lowered her head and ate the bun. Her nose twitched and her eyes were filled with grievance.

"Mona, none of you mentioned Austin's condition to me!"

Mona was stunned, with a trace of helplessness on her face. "Mrs. Yolande, it's good that you don't know something. Mr. Austin must have his reason to do so."

"Okay." she didn't say anything more and lowered her head to eat the fruit. Mona glanced at her and turned to the kitchen.

Mona brought a bowl of soup with leek leaves floating on it. The soup smelled very good. "Mona, what kind of soup is this?"

"This is bone soup. I added some vegetables and leaves in it. Mrs. Yolande, please have a taste. It's delicious."

The milky white soup in her bowl floated with green vegetables leaves, and a strong fragrance floated into her nose. Yolande took a sip and smelled a salty and strong fragrance.

"Mona, you are a good cook."

"Mrs. Yolande, I'm flattered. Mr. Austin's cooking is much better than mine." Mona gave her a kind smile, and Yolande saw the wrinkles on the corner of her eyes.

She thought it over and thought what Mona said made sense. Austin seldom cooked. His cooking skills were amazing. In her eyes, Austin was a perfect incarnation. It seemed that nothing could defeat Mr. Austin.

Yolande drank up a bowl of bone soup and licked his lips. Well, it tasted good.

"Your porridge and the soup made by Mona." Yolande put a lunch box on Austin's bedside table. He sat up and coughed... Her face was pale.

"Would you like some water?"

"Okay." Austin said, dragging his chin.

Yolande brought half a glass of water to Austin. He took the glass and took a few sips.

"Are you feeling better?" Yolande patted him on the back.

"Yes, much better."

With a pale face, he gave a comforting smile to Yolande.