Sweet Sweet Love

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.

"Who said you are smarter than that woman?"

"Okay."

Although Sunny said so, she was not reconciled. After getting the property, Yolande didn't intend to give up. Instead, he asked her to admit what she had done and the cause of her father's death. I'm sorry that I killed you. Please don't ask for my life, okay?

I have no choice. I won't kill you. You will always be partial to your sister. What are we and our daughter?

I hate Yolande and you. I've never been better than him in every aspect since I was a child. You've always been good to her and to me.

They are all your daughters and flesh in both hands. Why?

When I die a hundred years later, I will be your hero!

"I'm full." She left the half bowl of soup and went upstairs. Looking up at the thin and listless back of Sunny, Aron frowned and put down the half bowl of soup and followed her with concern. Thump! Thump! Thump

"Sunny, open the door."

"Honey, I want to sleep for a while." Sunny's dull voice came from inside.

Aron sighed. "Okay, you can sleep for a while." He turned around and went downstairs.

Aron checked his account online and found that there was eighty million in it. He helped Sunny manage the work of the Mr. Ronald when he was alive, and all the income was summarized to another separate account, eighty million in total.

He wanted to make time to transfer the money to Sunny and let her use it.

Aron closed the computer and rested his head on the chair. He was so upset and distracted that he closed the door and sat alone. Aron sent people to investigate the condition of Mr. Austin. Through various channels, he did not find out what kind of disease Mr. Austin had. He only found that it was a special incurable disease, and his life expectancy was only a few years.

He sneered. A few years had passed, and if Austin died, then Yolande would be a widow.

Mr. Austin's condition was not very good. Aron was very happy. He had fought with Austin for such a long time. Mr. Austin was as talented as a God. Although he didn't want to admit that Aron was no match for him. Now, he was about to die. It turned out that he would also admit defeat to fate.

Life was always half happy and half worried. What worried him was that Sunny was absent-minded. He had a headache, but he didn't know how to make her recover.

Aron was confused. What was she afraid of? Her bright eyes were completely filled with fear. What made her fear all day and night? He decided to ask Yolande when he had time.

Yolande got all the materials, project planning, acquisition plan and so on of the Su Family's company. The assistant put the big box on the table and went back. She looked at the large suitcase, wondering where to put it. Next to the living room, there was another study. She simply carried a box of materials and put them in the empty cabinet in the study to have a look in the idle time.

After she finished her work, she sat on the sofa and looked at the empty villa, feeling sad. Mona wasn't there. There were dozens of rooms in the big villa, and only Yolande was there.

In the past, she often quarreled with Austin in the living room, and she couldn't win him.

That man always flirted with her, and every time she blushed. She cursed him in her mind, but with a hint of sweetness.