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,

the scene inside, her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise, “It’s…

It was

color azul claro . Había un pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo de flores .

cortinas ondeaban al viento .

were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and the violin case

countless times in her dreams, and

fell down,

seemed to be filled with tears.

her tears, “Silly

did you know I wanted a violin room like

“Ever since you 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 the decoration, I discussed it with

came to the hospital.”

mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for

was moved,

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

was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing

violin made

violin maker. The violin he made was hard

engraved on the violin board. It

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

were all top–notch. She gave it a try,

fondly, her eyes filled with love that could

it. It was worth it that

sound insulation layer for this room, so you can

soon as he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin

waist, and her posture was very

a few seconds before making a

so close to him before. Even though both of

felt so close.

her face close to his face, rubbed his high nose with

voice

so nice? You are so nice to me!

his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said

she

felt that his heart was not his own,

about to fly out.

and rushed straight to the

Greg had

in his arms, and looked down at her, “I want a child, our child. She will like

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