Mi esposo, un bello durmiente By Lyanna Nichols

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.

hesitated for a moment,

scene inside, her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise, “It’s…

renovated into a violin room. It was not big, but the room was

color azul claro . Había un pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo de flores . _

cortinas ondeaban al viento

were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and the violin case was

her dreams, and Alston

and tears fell down, “Cynthia,

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

wiped away her tears,

wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and

the violin at the last banquet, I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for you. I knew it

came to the hospital.”

ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people, but she didn’t expect

moved, almost

table, and pointed at

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

a violin made by

violin maker. The violin he

her name engraved on the

had a violin made by Master Milo. Although it was an ordinary one, it had been envied by her

loved the violin, and she knew this one was priceless. The materials used were all top–notch. She gave

her eyes filled with love that could not

liked it. It

for this room, so you

put down the violin and

and her posture

few

him before. Even though both of them

felt so close.

nose with her small tip

Her voice

so nice

hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a

when she heard his shortness of

was not his own, and it was beating extremely fast as if it

about to fly out.

rushed straight

a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to keep there clean and

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

and then her heart beat like a drum. She grabbed