Sweet Sweet Love

Chapter 152 In A Bad Mood

Austin leaned against the sofa with his slender back. His lips and his face were slightly pale.

"You don't look good."

Looking up at the tired Austin, Yolande looked nervous.

"It doesn't matter. I just need to have a sleep."

Austin waved his hand and coughed. He stared at her affectionately on the sofa. Yolande hammered her head slightly and felt sad.

"I'll get you some medicine."

"Don't I can do it myself. " Austin asked nervously.

She was unhappy. She had lived in the Lin family's villa for several months. She and Austin had been getting along day and night. They knew each other very well, but he refused to tell her his physical condition. Did he treat her as an outsider? Or, to him, she was just an outsider.

What's wrong with his body? Why did he hide it from her?

Frowning, she squinted at Austin and raised her voice.

"What's wrong with your body? Why didn't you tell me? I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Seeing the baffled look on Austin's face, Yolande realized that she seemed to have asked a question that was hard to answer. Anger rose in her heart.

She turned around angrily, leaving him only with a thin back.

"I'm fine. I've been weak since I was a child. I can't work too hard."

Knowing that he was lying, Yolande still turned her back to Austin, put her arms around her knees and kept silent.

"Well, are you angry?"

"Don't talk to me," she shouted at him.

He frowned. This woman was really angry. She seemed to have a bad temper these days.

Austin dragged his tired body behind Yolande and put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't be angry. It's not good for your health."

His voice was soft, and his eyes were gently staring at her petite back.

The woman lowered her head and sat still with her arms around her knees. Austin was at a loss. He had never been so calm in front of this woman.

So he stood up and walked to her. The woman buried her head in her knees. So Austin squatted down slowly.

"Cough Yolande, are you really angry?"

Austin covered his chin with his hand and coughed, "you, Are you okay?"

Yolande raised her head in a hurry and looked at Austin worriedly.

"If you're not angry with me, I'll recover soon," Austin joked. He couldn't help but reach out and rub her hair.

Yolande curled her lips and glared at her. "You are lying!"

"No," he chuckled.

Yolande helped him sit down on the sofa and poured him another glass of hot water.

"Drink some hot water."

She put the cup to her lips and blew it gently in case the hot water was too hot. "Well, you can drink it now."

"Go upstairs and have a rest after drinking it."

Austin felt warm in his heart. Well, Yolande could be so considerate sometimes.

He put the glass to his lips and drank it up. Then, Yolande helped him upstairs.

"I can walk myself."

"Well, then walk."

Yolande let go of Austin's arm. Austin turned aside and said, "Well, I like to be supported by you. You'd better not let me go."

"Well, No."

Her lips rose slightly as if she was in a fit of pique.

"Okay, I'll go upstairs myself."

He walked upstairs step by step with the help of the spiral staircase, leaving a slender back to her. Yolande didn't follow him and watched his back disappear at the top of the stairs.

She took out her phone and called Warren, "Warren, he is not feeling well. Come and have a look."

"Okay, lady. I'll be right there."

Putting down the phone, Yolande stared at the white wall in a daze and sighed slightly.

After a while, Warren came with a medical kit. He asked anxiously, "where is the master?"

"Upstairs," said Yolande.

"I'll go upstairs to check on him right now," Dr. Sun said as he rushed upstairs with his medical kit. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

In the past few days, Austin had been working overtime every day. He was so tired that he couldn't stand it anymore.

Yolande sat on the sofa and took a nap. Warren went down the stairs with a medical kit. Before he came down from the spiral staircase, Yolande walked up to him anxiously.

"He, Is he okay?"

"The master needs more rest. Don't let him work too hard."

"Thank you, Warren. I see." Yolande nodded her head greatly.

Warren was about to leave with the medical kit. He took a few steps forward, turned around and said with concern.

"Lady, please take good care of the master."

"Okay, take care, Warren."

Yolande opened the door and saw Warren off. She looked up at the upstairs, with a faint worry in her eyes.

The cotton slippers clattered on the floor. It was Yolande who ran to the kitchen and walked around the stove thinking about getting some food for Austin. She decided to make him a pot of nutritious soup.

She was busy in the kitchen alone. She put the fine muscles into the pot, stewed them slowly with a low heat, added seasonings, and stirred them carefully.

After a while, a pot of delicious chicken soup was ready. She opened the lid and smelled it gently.

"It smells so good."

Looking at the fresh chicken soup out of the pot, she was very satisfied.

She picked up a bowl from the cupboard, filled a bowl of chicken soup, put a spoon in it, and carefully took it out of the kitchen. She walked up the stairs with cotton slippers and came to Austin.

Austin leaned against the edge of the bed and heard some noise. He turned his head and saw Yolande walking over with a bowl in her hand. She put the porcelain on the bedside table, and the bowl was steaming.

"Have a bowl of chicken soup. It's good for your health."

"Well, is this specially made for me?"

"Of course!''

Yolande gave him a ferocious stare. Austin smiled, but he felt very happy. He took the soup over and drank it up.

"How does it taste?"

"Yes, it tastes good."

Austin handed the empty bowl to Yolande. Standing in front of his bed, she looked up at Austin, who looked satisfied. She was also happy.

Austin's face was not as pale as before.

"Have a good rest. I'm a little sleepy. I'll go to sleep first."

Feeling sleepy, Yolande yawned and said, "I want to sleep now. Bye."

She pushed the door open and closed it gently. Lying on the bed, Austin stared at the ceiling and sighed. It seemed that he couldn't cure his disease. He just hoped that he could live a little longer. At least, he would avenge for her and watch her live a happy life.

Austin got up from the bed, turned off the bedside lamp and lay back on the bed.