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,

the scene inside, her eyes turned red. She

room was renovated into a violin room. It was not

balcón , decorado con todo tipo de flores

al viento

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

in her dreams, and

fell down, “Cynthia,

and often seemed to be filled with tears. When

tears,

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

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

came to the hospital.”

before. She thought he was doing it for

moved,

pointed at the violin case, “Open it. Do

the violin case. There was an

violin

Milo was a well–known violin maker. The violin

to see her name engraved on the violin board. It

made by Master Milo. Although it was an ordinary one, it had been envied by

knew this one was priceless. The materials used were all top–notch. She gave it a try, and sure enough,

filled with love that could not

It was worth it that he begged Milo for so

this room, so you

he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin

waist, and her posture

a few seconds before making a

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 a smile came

Her voice was

so nice to me! I can’t bear to

rolling and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and gentle voice, “Then don’t leave. Stay by my side,

unconsciously when she

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

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight to the

time, Greg had always asked the maid to

and looked down at her, “I want a child, our child. She will like you and me,

like a drum. She grabbed his neck