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

her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise,

into a violin room. It was

claro . Había un pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo

cortinas ondeaban al

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

countless times in her dreams, and Alston helped her to realize

sniffed and tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

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

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

came to the hospital.”

thought he was doing

was moved, almost

her to the table, and pointed at

She carefully opened the violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the familiar logo, she couldn’t

a violin made

well–known violin maker. The violin he

shocked to see her name engraved

an ordinary one, it

The materials used were

violin fondly, her eyes filled with love that could

relieved to see that she really liked it. It was worth it that he begged Milo for

made a sound insulation layer for this room, so you

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

his waist, and her posture was

few seconds before making

to him before. Even though both of them slept in the same bed, he had

felt so close.

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

voice was

so nice? You are so nice to me! I

closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and gentle voice, “Then don’t leave. Stay

nodded unconsciously when she

moment she nodded, he felt that his heart was not his own, and it was beating extremely fast

about to fly out.

rushed straight to the

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

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

and then her heart beat like a drum.