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,

turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise,

a violin room. It was not big, but the room was sunny and

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

cortinas ondeaban al

the room was very simple. Several rows of bookshelves were filled with

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

and tears fell down,

seemed to be filled with tears.

away her tears,

like this?” Cynthia stopped her

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

came to the hospital.”

mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people, but she

moved, almost

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

an

violin made by Master

The

see her name engraved on the violin board. It

an ordinary one, it had been envied

priceless. The materials used were all top–notch. She gave

eyes filled with love

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

a sound insulation layer for this room, so you can come

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

his waist, and her

a few

so close to him before. Even though both of them

felt so close.

high nose with her small tip fondly,

Her voice was

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

to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and gentle voice, “Then don’t leave. Stay by

unconsciously when she heard

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

about to fly out.

and rushed

a long time, Greg had always

Cynthia in his arms, and looked down at her, “I want

heart beat like a drum. She grabbed his neck