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

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

renovated into a violin room. It was not

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

cortinas ondeaban al viento

were filled with violin books

her dreams, and

tears fell down, “Cynthia,

filled with tears. When she cried, her eyes were so

away her tears, “Silly girl, don’t

wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped

banquet, I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for you. I knew it from your mother. During the decoration, I discussed it with her

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,

at the violin case, “Open it.

was distracted. She carefully opened the violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing

a violin

Milo was a well–known violin maker. The violin he

see her name engraved on the violin board. It was

ordinary one, it had been envied by her for many years. Now, she also

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

her eyes filled

see that she really liked it. It was worth it that he begged

for this room,

speaking, Cynthia put down the violin and rushed towards him, her legs

waist, and her

froze for a few

though both of them slept in the same bed, he

felt so close.

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

Her voice was

you so nice? You are so nice

dark. His Adam’s apple kept rolling and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to

she

felt that his heart was not his own, and it was beating extremely fast

about to fly out.

and rushed straight to

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

down at her, “I want a child, our

beat like