Sweet Sweet Love novel Chapter 292

After the man left, Aron lit a cigarette with a cigarette between his slender fingers and slowly blew out a cloud of green smoke. He stood at the window of the office building, looking out into the vast world. With a broad view, he saw more than more than 30 floors and overlooked most of the city.

His eyes were deep and his expression was not clear. He thought of Sunny's trembling and towering appearance like an old man, and her eyes were timid and frightened.

He frowned and wondered what that shameless woman had done to her? Sunny was so scared and timid.

He had planned to ask Sunny to come to his company and do some simple and easy work, hoping that through some simple work, Sunny could recover from mental state. Unexpectedly, she had become more and more crazy recently.

Seeing that his lover was like a lunatic, he felt very uncomfortable. But he didn't know what he could do for her. Aron blamed himself for not protecting his wife well as a husband.

He took a deep breath, pressed the cigarette end in the ashtray, picked up the suit on the hanger and put it on. Then he took the car key on the table and walked out of the office.

When he returned home, he saw Sunny sitting at the table with her back to him. He walked over and saw Sunny holding a bowl of soup and half bowl in her hand. It seemed that she didn't hear the door closing when he came back, and she didn't notice that Aron was standing behind her, with his broad palm on her shoulder.

"Sunny, what are you thinking about?"

Sunny was startled and jumped up from the seat. She was stunned when she turned around and saw Aron in front of her. He went up and hugged Aron tightly.

"Honey, will you believe me?"

He was stunned. "What?"

"If Yolande tells you that I haven't done anything and she framed me, will you believe me?" She asked gingerly. In the past few days, Sunny couldn't sleep or eat well. She had a bad feeling that if anything happened to her, Aron would leave her.

He hated her more than he hated Yolande. After all, she had something to do with the death of Aron's father, Albert.

"Silly girl, you haven't done it. Of course I believe you."

Her body stiffened, and the fear in her heart spread infinitely. "Honey, trust me. I only love you and never hurt anyone."

She could have said these words confidently in the past, but now she couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Well, I believe you." Aron helped her sit on the chair, bent down, and exhaled the heat in her neck. He stared at Sunny affectionately.

"Honey, don't think too much. We just need to live our own life."

"Okay."

"Drink it now. The soup is fine." He pulled out a chair next to Sunny and sat down, asking the servant to fill a bowl of soup for himself.

Sunny was drinking soup absentmindedly, while Aron was lost in thought for a moment. "Why did you transfer the property your father left to you to that bitch, Yolande?"

"Aron, let's not talk about the past, okay?" Her eyes darkened and she dodged.

He frowned and looked confused. "Sunny, you can tell me if you have any difficulties."

"No, I'm not as smart as you. I can't do those jobs." The sad and pitiful look on Aron's face broke his heart.