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

inside, her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth

small room was renovated into a violin room. It was not big, but the

un pequeño balcón , decorado con todo tipo de flores . _

cortinas ondeaban al

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

in her dreams, and

and tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

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

tears, “Silly girl, don’t

you know I wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and looked

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 it with her every

came to the hospital.”

was doing it for those people, but she didn’t expect it to be like

was moved,

pointed at

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

is a violin made by

Milo was a well–known violin maker. The violin he made was

to see her name engraved on the violin board.

it had been envied by her for many years. Now, she also

she knew this one was priceless. The materials used were

touched the violin fondly, her eyes filled with

see that she really liked it. It was worth

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

Cynthia put down the

his waist, and her posture was very

for a few seconds before

before. Even though

felt so close.

nose

voice

nice to me! I can’t bear to leave

and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a

when she heard his

moment she nodded, he felt that his heart was not his own,

about to fly out.

rushed straight to

Greg had always asked the maid to keep there clean

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

then her heart beat like

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