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

scene inside, her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in

room. It was not big, but the

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

cortinas ondeaban al viento .

Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and

imagined the violin room countless times in her

tears fell down, “Cynthia,

to be filled with tears. When she cried,

wiped away her tears, “Silly girl,

a violin room like this?” Cynthia

“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

came to the hospital.”

he often went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people, but she didn’t expect it to

moved,

at the violin case, “Open it. Do you like

distracted. She carefully opened the violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the

is a violin made

violin maker. The violin he made was hard to

name engraved on the violin board. It was

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

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

fondly, her eyes filled with love that

it. It was worth it that he begged

a sound insulation layer for this

soon as he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin

waist, and her posture

few seconds

to him before. Even though both of them

felt so close.

high nose with her small tip fondly,

voice

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

her closer to

when she heard

his own,

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight

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

arms, and looked down at her, “I want

moment, and then her heart beat like a