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

eyes turned red. She covered

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

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

ondeaban al viento .

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

her dreams, and Alston helped her to realize

and tears fell down,

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

wiped away her tears, “Silly

I wanted a violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears

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

came to the hospital.”

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

moved,

the table, and pointed at the violin case,

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

is a violin made by Master

maker. The violin he made was

to see her name engraved on the

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

The materials used were all top–notch. She gave it a try, and sure enough, it had an excellent

violin fondly, her eyes filled with love that could not be

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

this room, so you can

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

his waist, and her posture was very

froze for a few seconds

never been so close to him before. Even though

felt so close.

close to his face, rubbed his high nose with her

Her voice was so

so nice to me! I can’t bear to

His Adam’s apple kept 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

she heard his shortness of

not his own, and it was

about to fly out.

held her and rushed

long time, Greg had always asked the

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

beat like a drum. She grabbed his neck

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255