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.

moment, then opened the

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

room was renovated into a violin room. It

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

al viento

Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin

room countless times in her dreams, and Alston helped her

sniffed and tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

beautiful and often seemed to be filled with tears. When

her tears, “Silly girl,

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

a violin room for you. I

came to the hospital.”

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

was moved,

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

There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the familiar logo, she couldn’t help

is a violin made

well–known violin maker. The

shocked to see her name engraved on

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

used were all top–notch. She gave it a try, and sure enough, it had an

violin fondly, her eyes filled with

it. It was worth it that he begged Milo for so

sound insulation layer for this room, so you can come

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

his waist, and her posture

a few seconds

before. Even though both of them slept in

felt so close.

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

Her voice

nice to me! I can’t

eyes 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

when she heard his shortness

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

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight to

time, Greg had always asked the maid

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

for a moment, and then her heart beat like

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