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.

a moment, then

turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise,

into a violin room. It was not big, but

Había un pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo

cortinas ondeaban al

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

times in her dreams, and Alston helped her

sniffed and tears fell down, “Cynthia,

with tears. When she cried, her eyes

away her tears,

you know I wanted a violin room like

a violin room

came to the hospital.”

that he often went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those

moved,

pointed at

an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the

is a violin made by Master

maker. The violin he made was hard to

was shocked to see her name engraved on the violin

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

The materials used were all top–notch.

eyes filled with love that could not be

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

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

down the violin and rushed towards him, her

waist, and her

for a few seconds before

him before. Even though

felt so close.

nose with her small

Her voice was so

nice

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

nodded unconsciously when she heard

heart was not his

about to fly out.

and rushed straight to the

been back for a long time, Greg had always asked the

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

froze for a moment, and then her heart beat like a drum. She grabbed his neck and kissed his