Sweet Sweet Love novel Chapter 264

In the morning, Sunny turned over and opened her sleepy eyes. Aron was sleeping beside her, with her eyes narrowed. She took a look at the window subconsciously. It was already dawn.

"Haven't you gone to the company, Aron?"

"No, I'm worried about you." There was tenderness between his eyebrows.

Tears welled up in Sunny's eyes and she leaned against Aron's chest. "Honey, you are so kind to me. Am I too disappointing?"

"Don't be silly." He said in a gentle voice and stroked Sunny's head.

He had a lot of nightmares the whole night. He was worried about Sunny in such a state. Aron believed that Sunny must have been frightened to become like this. And the one who frightened Sunny must be that bitch, Yolande.

"Sunny, who bullied you?"

"No... No one bullied me. " She said with no confidence. Aron must have known that she was lying. He held her trembling shoulder more tightly.

"You are lying." He was gentle and overbearing.

Sunny pretended to sigh and listened carefully. Her voice was full of desolation.

In the morning, the sun shone brightly into the bedroom and sprinkled on the raised quilt on the bed. Aron sat up and put on his clothes. Sunny's whole head was covered in the quilt, and her heart sank. She didn't want to get up. She had to face terrible things when she got up. She was afraid and didn't want to face them.

"Honey, it's time to get up. Don't sleep." Aron pressed on her and teased her.

"A moment." She was too tired to speak.

Aron dressed neatly and went downstairs to make breakfast. Sunny lifted the quilt, squinted her eyes and stretched out her hand to enjoy the dazzling sunshine. She stared blankly at the white ceiling above her head. Her face was slightly pale, and a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.

It was all her fault. She shouldn't have been so careless to keep that bitch Yolande alive. If she had been dead, there wouldn't have been so much trouble now. She wouldn't cling to Austin, nor would she be able to move.

He thought to himself. Anyway, she believed that Yolande wouldn't really strangle her and kill her. If she died, would Yolande become a real murderer? He wouldn't let her go.

Sunny put on her clothes and staggered downstairs. Aron stood at the top of the stairs and looked at her gently. "It's time for breakfast."

She was listless and sat on the chair at the table, passing Aron indifferently. The warm soybean milk was steaming in the bowl, staring blankly at the breakfast on the table. "Honey, will you go to the company after breakfast?"

Aron sat opposite her and took a sip of milk. "Sunny, don't worry about me. You are the one I am most worried about when I am not in the company."

"I'm fine." She forced a smile.

The more she pretended to be strong and nothing happened, the more worried Aron felt that she was saying the opposite. He held her slender hands on the table and said, "Sunny, you're wronged."

She heard these sweet words too much, and her auditory organs slowly became immune to them. On the contrary, every time she heard them, Sunny's psyche would feel a powerful uneasiness, as if it was going to engulf her.

"Aron, let's eat something." She withdrew her hand, smiled sweetly and took a bite of the bun.

"Okay." Aron picked up the bread and took a bite.