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, then opened

the scene inside, her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise,

a violin room. It was not big, but

un pequeño balcón , decorado con

al viento

Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin

her dreams,

fell down, “Cynthia,

were very beautiful and often seemed to be filled with tears. When she cried, her eyes were so

her tears, “Silly

you know I wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and looked

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

came to the hospital.”

before. She thought he was doing it for those

moved,

pulled her to the table, and pointed at the violin case, “Open it. Do

There was an exquisite

violin made

The

see her name engraved on the violin

Milo. Although it was an ordinary one, it had been envied by her for many

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

touched the violin fondly, her eyes filled with love that could not be

liked it. It was worth it

made a sound insulation layer for this

Cynthia put down the violin

his waist, and her posture

froze for a few

to him before. Even though

felt so close.

put her face close to his face, rubbed his high nose with her small tip fondly, and a smile came to

voice

so nice? You are so nice to me! I

and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia

unconsciously when she heard his shortness

not his own, and it was beating extremely fast as

about to fly out.

and rushed straight to the

time, Greg had always asked the maid to

Cynthia in his arms, and looked down at her, “I want a child, our child. She will like you

heart beat like