Sweet Sweet Love novel Chapter 303

Austin recovered a little and coughed again, which made him look more sickly.

Looking at the man sleeping on the bed, Yolande felt as if a knife were piercing her heart.

She lay on the edge of the bed and held his dry hand, tears streaming down.

He opened his eyes and looked at the woman lying on the edge of his bed with tearful eyes. His big hand held the man's small hand. "Don't cry, Yolande. I like to see you laugh."

"Okay, I won't cry." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and squeezed out an ugly smile. Another wave of tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yolande, I love you. You are mine in the next life. Don't fall in love with other men before you meet me." He held her cold hand tightly and announced peremptorily. He gazed at the woman's tearful face, trying to hide a certain emotion on her pale face. He would rather bear it alone than let his beloved woman be sad.

"Why didn't you tell me? You are terminally ill! " She couldn't help crying and looked at the man on the bed with a sad face.

"You all keep it from me. Why?" Yolande felt that she had been deceived. She seemed to be an outsider and had no right to know.

Every time she asked Mona, Mona would play tricks on her. Then she simply didn't ask more. She could see that everyone was deliberately hiding it from her, although she didn't know why.

His eyes were dim and he didn't say anything. It was difficult for him to blame her.

Yes, he had been silently loving the woman beside him for many years. He had already been used to swallowing sadness alone. He licked his wound and got the marriage certificate with her just to avenge her. He had never expected that she would fall in love with him. In that case, there was no need to let her know that she was terminally ill.

"Why don't you say anything? You don't love me at all, do you? Austin, you big liar! Boo... Hoo... "

Tears streamed down her cheeks. The white sheet was wet with tears. She cried out of breath. The man's long fingers touched her cheeks, which were wet. He gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb, looking sad.

"It's you who stole my heart. I have been thinking about you all these years. It's enough to think about you. I don't want to approach any woman."

Lying on top of him, Yolande lowered her head and cried. "Austin, don't die. Waah... Waah..."

"Okay, I will not die." A pale smile was squeezed from her pale face.

For the whole night, she had been lying on her stomach in front of Austin's bed, waiting for him. Austin had only been awake for three or four hours.

It was getting darker and brighter. Mona woke her up. "Mrs. Yolande, wake up and go to bed."

Yolande was woken up by Mona. She straightened up and rubbed her eyes awkwardly. She had a crying face, her eyes swollen like peach, and the dark circles under her eyes were obvious. Austin was still asleep. She wiped his hand. His hand was a little cold. Yolande put his hand into the quilt and tucked it around.

"Mona, I'm going to wash myself." She lowered her head and walked quickly past Mona.

When she went back to the bathroom, Yolande washed her face and made up hastily. Looking at herself in the mirror, she leaned against the cold tiles with her eyes down and slowly squatted down.

Austin, you appeared by my side all of a sudden. Are you leaving me now?

I love you, Austin!

She covered her mouth with her hand and sobbed. Her body slowly slid down to the cold floor. She was so sad that she couldn't let Austin leave her.

She slept very little all night, but she was not sleepy at all.