Sweet Sweet Love novel Chapter 333

After Brian left the hospital dejectedly, the disgusted look of Yolande appeared in his mind. He felt very uncomfortable and even more regretted what he had done and the harm he had caused to Aron and Yolande.

Aron returned to his private villa. He threw his clothes on the sofa, slumped into it, and looked around the empty villa. The air was quiet, and there was dead silence.

After the villa at the top of the mountain was sold, Aron bought a new villa in a remote location. She asked the servants and housekeepers to leave.

The servant had served him for many years, so it was inevitable that he had some feelings. "Mr. Austin, let me follow you. You can go home alone. There is no hot food on the cold pot and the cold stove."

"No, thanks. I can cook some by myself." At the insistence of Aron, the servant had to leave.

Aron took out a bottle of ice beer from the fridge and sat on the floor to take a sip.

At dusk, it was two hours away from dark. When she got off work and went home, she found that the house was cold and there was no one to talk about the past. Would it be like this every day in the future? She went back home alone, cooked by herself and ate alone at the table.

The hostess was busy in the kitchen with sweat all over her head. The smell of oil and smoke was pungent. The Turner was rolling back and forth, and the dishes her husband liked were cooked in the pot.

The husband came back from work, walked into the kitchen and hugged his wife from behind. "Honey, you must be tired. What do you want to cook today? It smells good. "

"Yes, it will be ready soon." The woman was shy with a sweet smile on her face.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, which made her feel happy.

Seeing his wife sweating, his husband felt sorry for her and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief.

"Let me do it." He took the spatula from his wife.

Aron longed for such an episode. Now, looking at the empty living room and the closed kitchen door, he frowned and looked lonely.

This villa was decorated simply and generously, with silver TV cabinets, a 24 inch TV, pale yellow wallpaper on the walls and woolen carpet. Many famous paintings worth tens of millions were hung around. Expensive wooden sofa.

"Aron, our house will be decorated with light yellow wallpaper in the future. Do you like it?"

"Well, as you like, I like it." He put his arm around the woman's shoulder, and Yolande leaned against it with a sweet smile.

He carefully selected the villa and finally decided. The location was remote, and the walls were pale yellow wallpaper. This reason was enough to make Aron buy the villa.

He raised his head and took a sip of the beer. The liquid left on his jaw dropped on the floor. The slightly bitter beer spread over her throat, a little cold, but not as bitter as her psychological pain. Sitting on the cold floor of his home, his heart was surrounded by loneliness. He couldn't help looking back on the past. Three years ago, his heart was pounded with the scene.

Oh, it turned out that her brother's work was specially designed to let him see this scene. He hated Albert.

Aron, who knew the truth, regretted and blamed himself. At that time, he firmly believed that Yolande had betrayed him on their wedding day. She tugged at his sleeve and explained incoherently, but Aron couldn't listen to a word.

"Divorce with me. Tell me not to see you again."

"Aron I won't divorce you. I love you Aron. " Aron kicked the belly of the thin woman kneeling on the ground.

"Shame on you!" She was ashamed into anger.

If three years had passed, he would have hugged Yolande from behind, kissed her and told her. "I believe you. You are my wife."

In the past three years, Yolande got up early every morning to make breakfast for him. For three hundred and sixty-five days, she made almost different breakfast every day. He never ate the breakfast she made for him. In the past three years, he had never seen her efforts.