Sweet Sweet Love

Chapter 212 Make a Financial Statement

When Yolande returned to her room, she leaned her back against the cold wall. Her face turned pale. She hadn't recovered from the shock.

Austin spat out blood again! Different from the past. When he spat out blood, his face was very pale, like a piece of white paper.

When she saw the sickly Austin, she was very silent, as if a big stone was pressing on her and she felt very uncomfortable. Different from the past, they had been together for a long time, like a very familiar old friend. She felt bad when she saw his gaunt face! Moreover, Austin had helped her a lot. Even Yolande herself couldn't tell what his complicated feelings for him were.

She was worried that the man who protected her would fall. Looking at his pale and dull face, her heart inexplicably ached. Fear spread in her chest, as if something bad would happen.

Yolande didn't realize that there was a hint of emotion in addition to her pity for Austin. Looking at his painful appearance, she couldn't bear it and sadness spread everywhere.

Opposite her, there happened to be a spacious floor-to-ceiling window, the tulle curtains gleefully swaying in the breeze, the green branches swaying in the crisp breeze. The picture in front of them was very beautiful. In the blue sky, the green leaves were intertwined and gently shaking. A smell of flowers came in through the open window.

It smelled good, but her heart was inexplicably sad.

Back then, this bedroom was personally chosen by Yolande, and the decoration in it was not like this.

"What do you like? You can redecorate your room!"

"Is it too troublesome! In this way... That's great. "

"You're welcome. I'm going to kiss you!" The man said with a smile.

She blushed and said, "no, thanks." Her voice was like a mosquito.

Looking up at the blue sky and green leaves outside the window, Yolande sighed.

Austin was so kind to her. She was happy to enjoy his care. Gradually, she got used to his thoughtfulness.

Yolande decided to take good care of Austin and take it as a reward. Another important reason was that she was driven by an invisible force in her heart to get close to Austin. She cared about him.

"Mrs. Yolande, it's time for dinner."

Mona walked to the center of the stairs and shouted to the bedroom upstairs. It was not until she came to herself that Yolande realized Mona was calling her.

"I know, Mona. I'll go downstairs soon."

She took a deep breath and relaxed her stiff back. After tidying up her mood, she opened the door handle.

"Are you okay? I admire you. "

Austin changed his clothes and went downstairs for dinner.

"No, I can do it myself."

"No, you have to listen to me before you recover." The woman raised her head overbearingly, with a look of non-negotiable.

Austin looked at her blankly for a while, and then regained his composure.

"Okay, it's up to you."

His voice was soft and magnetic, but Yolande heard it clearly. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She stepped forward and naturally held his strong arm, supporting him to go downstairs for dinner.

"Mr. Austin, please sit here."

Mona pulled out a chair and Austin sat down. "Yolande, sit next to me."

Yolande pulled out the chair next to Austin and sat down. Mona had already set up the bowls and chopsticks. "Mr. Austin, you don't look well."

Mona put down the table and looked at Austin worriedly. He picked up a mouthful of rice and said, "Mona, I'm fine."

Mona took a few more glances at Austin with a worried look on her face. In the end, she didn't ask anything more.

"Yolande, give me my laptop."

Austin sat upright on the sofa in the living room and checked his phone.

"What do you want a laptop for?"

Lowering her head to peel the apple, Yolande raised her head and squinted at Austin.

"Well, I have something to deal with."

She frowned and said, "no, you need a good rest."

"… Just a simple reply to the e-mail. "

"No... You have to listen to me these days. " She was peeling a red apple skillfully, and the long apple skin was piled up on her white thighs.

He stared at the movements in her hands, with a smile in his eyes. She was so cute when she was domineering!

"How about you cook for me?" Austin suggested.

"Several financial calculations, customer emails."

After peeling the last bit of apple skin, Yolande handed it to Austin and said, "have an apple."

"For me?" He was a little surprised.

"Yes, let's eat."

Her arms froze for a moment, and a warm current spread around her chest. She took the apple from Yolande, put it to her thin lips and took a bite. It was very sweet. It seemed that the apple was sweeter than he used to eat.

Yolande clapped her hands and put the apple peel into the trash can beside. "What did you say just now?"

"Help me reply a few emails to my client and analyze the financial statements."

"Since you don't want me to do it, you help me do it." The man's eyes were full of flirtation.

"Use my laptop," he added.

"Is your laptop confidential?" She stared at [Austin.

"You can see all the information in my computer. You are not an outsider. You don't have to be afraid."

"Okay."

Austin turned to bite the apple. He enjoyed Yolande's care and overbearing manner. She looked at the man who was eating happily and felt very happy. He looked much better.

"Then I'll go," said Yolande, standing up.

"Yes, my laptop is in the study." The man said.

"Do you remember the password of my computer? XXXX. "Austin added a series of numbers in English.

Austin's secret was an abbreviation of his name

"Okay."

The sound of her steps echoed in the living room. The man looked up at the woman, and the corner of his mouth drew a lone line.

When she arrived at Austin's study, it was getting dark. The decorations in the study were obviously dim. Yolande turned on the light and drew the curtain.

Sitting on the seat made by Austin, he put his laptop in the middle of the desk. Then, Yolande started the laptop. The prompt for entering the password quickly popped up on the screen. Yolande entered a series of secrets and the computer was unlocked.

Yolande replied to the e-mails of the clients and began to do complicated financial calculation. Fortunately, Yolande had been sitting in the position of financial director for a long time, reviewing a lot of things she had learned in the University in the past, and did it smoothly.

As the night fell, the lights were turned on. Yolande yawned and closed Austin's laptop. Her neck was sore and she lay back on the seat tiredly.

It seemed that it was only dozens of financial calculations, but it was very troublesome!