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.

for a moment, then opened the

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

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

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

ondeaban al viento

decoration in the room was very simple. Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin

imagined the violin room countless times in her dreams, and Alston helped her to realize

and tears fell down,

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

tears, “Silly girl, don’t

room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and

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

came to the hospital.”

her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people, but

was moved,

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

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

a violin made by

The violin he made was hard to

see her name engraved

an ordinary one, it

and she knew this one was priceless. The materials used were all

filled with love

was relieved to see that she really liked it. It was worth

a sound insulation layer for this room, so you can come whenever

down the

waist, and her

a few seconds before

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

felt so close.

high nose with her small tip fondly, and a smile came to

Her voice

nice to me!

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

unconsciously when she heard his shortness

his heart was not his own, and

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight to

for a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to

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

beat like a drum. She