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.

a moment, then opened the

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

violin room. It was not big, but

color azul claro . Había un pequeño balcón ,

cortinas ondeaban al

with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and the violin case was placed on the

in her dreams, and Alston helped her

tears fell

often seemed to be filled with tears. When she cried, her

away her tears,

did you know I wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia

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

came to the hospital.”

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

moved,

her to the table, and pointed at the violin case, “Open

opened the violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the

a violin made by

maker. The

her name engraved on

it was an ordinary one, it had

used were all

filled with love that could

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

made a sound insulation layer for this room, so you

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

waist, and her posture

few seconds before

him before. Even though both of them slept in the same bed, he had

felt so close.

nose with her small tip fondly, and

Her voice was so

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

bring her closer to him. He said

she heard his shortness of

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

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight

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

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

then her heart beat like a drum. She