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.

moment,

She covered her mouth in surprise, “It’s… you

It was not

Había un pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo de

cortinas ondeaban al

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

times in her dreams, and Alston helped

sniffed and tears fell

with tears. When

wiped away her tears, “Silly girl, don’t

a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and

played the violin at the last banquet, I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for you. I knew it from your mother. During

came to the hospital.”

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

moved, almost

pulled her to the table, and pointed at

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

violin made

maker. The violin

shocked to see her name engraved on the violin

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

knew this one was priceless. The materials used were all top–notch. She gave

violin fondly, her eyes filled with

It was worth

made a sound insulation layer for this room, so you

as he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin and

and her posture

few seconds

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

Her voice was so

nice to me!

big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer

unconsciously when she heard his

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

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight

Greg had

down at her, “I want a child, our child. She will like

a moment, and then her heart beat like a drum. She grabbed his