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, then

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

small room was renovated into a violin room. It

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

cortinas ondeaban al viento .

rows of bookshelves were filled with

times in her dreams, and Alston helped

and tears fell down,

beautiful and often seemed to be filled with tears. When she cried, her

away her tears,

a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears

been thinking of building a violin room for you. I knew

came to the hospital.”

went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people, but she didn’t expect it to

was moved, almost

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

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

a violin made

a well–known violin maker. The violin he made was hard to

engraved on

violin made by Master Milo. Although it was an ordinary one, it had been envied by her for many years. Now,

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

her eyes filled with love

It was worth

layer for this

soon as he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin and rushed towards him, her

his waist, and her

froze for a few seconds before making a

been so close to him before. Even though both of them slept in the

felt so close.

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

voice was so

nice to me! I can’t

went dark. His Adam’s apple kept rolling and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and gentle voice, “Then don’t leave. Stay by

nodded unconsciously when she heard his shortness of

he felt that his heart was not his own, and it

about to fly out.

rushed straight to

they hadn’t been back for a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to keep there

arms, and looked down at her, “I want a child, our child. She will like you and me, soft

like a

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