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.

hesitated for a moment, then opened the

eyes turned red. She covered

violin room. It was not big, but the room

pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo de

al viento .

filled with violin books and

imagined the violin room countless times in her dreams, and Alston helped her to realize

tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

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

wiped away her tears,

know I wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia

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 her every time

came to the hospital.”

remembered that he often went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those

moved, almost

table, and pointed at the violin case, “Open

case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the

is a violin

maker. The violin he made was hard to

engraved on the

ordinary one, it had been envied by

used were all top–notch. She

filled with love that could not be

she really liked it. It was worth it that

layer for this room, so you can come

down the violin and

her

for a few seconds

to him before. Even though both of them slept

felt so close.

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

voice was

nice? You are so nice to me! I can’t bear to leave

kept rolling and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him.

she heard his shortness

heart was not his own, and it was beating extremely fast as if

about to fly out.

rushed straight to

hadn’t been back for a long time, Greg had always asked

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

like a drum. She grabbed his neck and kissed