Mi esposo, un bello durmiente By Lyanna Nichols Capítulo 65 Quiero un hijo _

Mirando la sala de estar , Cynthia frunció el ceño .

Había pocos sirvientes en la villa , pero era imposible que no hubiera nadie durante el día . _ _ _ _ Se quedó allí con Alston durante mucho tiempo , pero nadie salió . _ _ _ Parecía que fueron enviados deliberadamente _ _

lejos _

Pensó y miró a Stella . _ Sus ojos se detuvieron .

El vestido de Stella hoy era bastante diferente al del pasado . Su cabello largo , que usualmente estaba enrollado en la parte superior de su cabeza , estaba suelto sobre sus hombros . Su maquillaje era ligero pero delicado . Llevaba un vestido de color fresco , que la hacía lucirmuy tierno En lugar de ser agresiva y arrogante , su apariencia era de suave feminidad .

Al pensar en la expresión de suficiencia de Clare hace un momento , Cynthia se dio cuenta de algo . Agarró la mano de Alston y

su rostro se veía en blanco .

No esperaba que Clare y Stella , ellas …

Stella was panicked. She stood up from the sofa, with a guilty look on her face, “Er… Just now, Clare came over to give me something. You weren’t there, so he put down his things and left.”

What a lame excuse. She tried to explain some things, but there were many loopholes.

Alston wouldn’t bother to expose her, so he took Cynthia upstairs.

Seeing that Alston didn’t ask anything, Stella was relieved and returned to the sofa. The sense of tension and

guilt disappeared. She even thanked Alston for neglecting her.

She didn’t notice it, but Cynthia could see it clearly. When Alston went upstairs, he glanced downstairs, his

eyes filled with contempt and a trace of murderous intent.

When they went upstairs, Cynthia wanted to comfort Alston, but she didn’t know where to start.

Looking at her thinking face, Alston felt much better. He patted her on the head, “Don’t think too much. I knew

it a long time ago. I will take care of this by myself then.”

As he spoke, he pulled her to a small room.

Cynthia had lived there for so long that she always knew there was a small room next to Alston’s study. But

she had never entered it, and she didn’t know what was in it.

“Open it!” There was doting on his face.

for a moment,

scene inside, her eyes turned red. She

room was renovated into a violin room. It was

azul claro . Había un pequeño balcón , decorado

al

was very simple. Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and the violin

countless times in her dreams, and Alston helped her to

fell down, “Cynthia, thank

be filled with tears. When she cried, her eyes were so

her tears, “Silly girl,

I wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia

played the violin at the last banquet, I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for

came to the hospital.”

remembered that he often went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was

was moved, almost

at the violin case, “Open it.

carefully opened the violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the familiar logo, she

is a violin made by

The violin he

to see her name engraved on

an ordinary one, it had been

this one was priceless. The materials used were all top–notch. She gave it a try, and sure enough, it

fondly, her eyes filled with love that could

that she really liked it. It was worth it that he begged Milo for so

this

speaking, Cynthia put down

waist, and her posture was very

for a few seconds before

him before. Even though both of them slept in the same

felt so close.

face, rubbed his high nose

voice was so

nice to me! I can’t bear to

her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and gentle voice, “Then don’t leave. Stay by my

she

not his

about to fly out.

her and rushed straight

a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to

Cynthia in his arms, and looked down at her, “I want

heart beat like a

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