Sweet Sweet Love
Chapter 227 Signature

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Austin and Mrs. Yolande! Are you going to buy clothes? This way, please.

"Okay," said Austin, holding Yolande's hand, walking inside.

A variety of dresses were hung on the hanger. The people who came to this shop were all rich ladies.

Yolande frowned in confusion. 'why did Austin ask me to choose clothes for him? Does he think that I'm too ordinary and I embarrass him?' Otherwise, it seemed unreasonable. Generally speaking, a husband and his wife would buy clothes for each other. Of course, there was only interests exchange. Moreover, he had already been good to her!

The marked price of the clothes in this shop was: every dress was very expensive, and a coat was tens of thousands of dollars. The people who came here to buy clothes were all rich.

"Pick whatever you like." Austin said.

She looked around and said, "it's too expensive! Shall we change to another one?"

She didn't want Austin to spend more money He didn't lack money. Yolande felt that she had lived in Lin Family's villa for nothing and was taken care of by servants. Austin was more considerate to her. She was already very grateful to him.

She didn't have anything in the first place after she divorced with Aron. And she was kicked out of the house by her own family, claiming that she didn't have a daughter.

Before his father's death, the property left by his will was in the hands of Sunny. Although... It seemed that she was now Mrs. Yolande, noble and rich.

However, as long as she knew that she was nobody after she left the villa of the Lin Family! She even didn't have any money.

"Just this one. I took you out to pick clothes, but I didn't ask you to pay." The man said dotingly.

She couldn't help but ask the question in her heart. "Why do you take me to choose clothes? Do you think I'm not good-looking? Taking me out will make you lose face!"

She didn't think Austin was such a man, but she couldn't help asking. She couldn't figure it out!

Austin was stunned. She thought too much. How could this woman be so sensitive. Austin looked at him seriously and said, "I'm not Aron. I don't care about it. I don't want to lose face!"

He reached out his hand and touched her head dotingly. "Silly girl... You think too much. These clothes look good on you.

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"Okay." Yolande lowered her head and felt a lump in her throat.

"Just take it as my reward. I have been sick and taken care of me for so many days."

Austin got close to her and said, "as the CFO, you have earned tens of millions of dollars for the company. Don't look down upon yourself."

She raised her head and looked at him with her big eyes, which seemed to be misty. "Austin... Thank you.

"Silly girl..." The man rubbed her black hair lovingly.

Austin's words untied the knot in Yolande's heart. She looked at the handsome side face of the man in front of her and told herself to open up and accept his kindness frankly, and she was not stingy to pay. She was not good for nothing. It was just that no one saw her and was sure of her.

In the following time, after looking through a row of clothes, Yolande selected two dresses that she liked most. The price was moderate.

"Are you sure you only want these two dresses? You can choose a few more. These clothes look good on you." Austin said.

Yolande looked around the clothes racks and found that there was no more clothes he liked.

"Just these two."

He pulled out a light blue skirt and matched it with a white shirt. The clothes were soft and smooth. "How about this one?"

He made a gesture on Yolande's body and said, "well, it fits you very well."

"Well, let's take this one." Said Yolande.

"Pack this one too."

"Okay, Mr. Austin. By card or by cash?"

"Pay by card." Austin handed a credit card to the saleslady.

"Clap!" Sunny threw a stack of bills on the table, crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the middle-aged man with lustful eyes.

"This is one hundred thousand dollars. It's not much. Take it."

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and looked unhappy.

"I'm sick. I need a period of rest. You don't have to come to me." Said Sunny.

"Do you think I will believe you?" The man stared at her.

"I'm afraid that a woman like you will hook up with another man who is more handsome and younger than me." The middle-aged man took a drag on his cigarette.

"I have a husband!" Sunny gritted her teeth.

"Well, how can a woman like you be satisfied?" The disdainful eyes of the middle-aged man lingered on her chest.

Sunny was furious and looked at the middle-aged man with disgust. She took out the fake certificate of the hospital and threw it on the table.

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the middle-aged man, Sunny specially asked the hospital to open a fake certificate, which said that the uterine cervix needed to be hospitalized for recuperation. The middle-aged man took the form, squinted at the handwriting on it, and stared at Sunny's face for a few seconds. She looked sad and haggard, without the arrogance and exquisite makeup as usual. The middle-aged man believed her.

"Well, see you later." The middle-aged man picked up the money on the table, put it into his chest, turned around and left. Sunny stared at the middle-aged man's back with disgust.

In the cafe, after drinking half a cup of coffee, Sunny looked dejected at the passers-by outside the glass door. These days, Sunny was extremely terrified. Her heavy guilt, like a huge stone, was placed in her heart and could not be ignored. The better Aron treated her, the more guilty she felt. Being tortured by guilt over and over again, Sunny felt that she was going crazy!

After drinking the coffee, she put on her sunglasses, opened the French window of the coffee shop, and walked towards her red car in high heels.

"Mrs. Sunny, have you really made up your mind?" The doctor raised his head and looked at Sunny in surprise all the way.

"Yes, I've made up my mind!" With red eyes, Sunny said innocently.

"Mrs. Sunny, do you have any difficulties? We are going to have an abortion." The middle-aged woman added with an embarrassed smile. "Mrs. Sunny, I don't mean to pry into your privacy." The woman adjusted her glasses.

"I see." Sunny wiped her tears.

The woman in the white coat took out an agreement and said, "Mrs. Sunny, if you have made up your mind, please sign on this agreement." The woman handed her the pen and paper. Without hesitation, Sunny signed her name.

"Mrs. Sunny, I will arrange an operation for you this afternoon."

"Okay," replied Sunny.

The corridor of the hospital was crowded with patients' families.

Sunny put on her sunglasses and left the hospital quickly. She was waiting for an abortion in the afternoon. I