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 the

scene inside, her eyes turned red. She covered

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

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

cortinas ondeaban al

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

times in her dreams, and Alston

tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

filled with tears. When she cried,

away her tears, “Silly

violin room like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and looked at him,

I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for

came to the hospital.”

remembered that he often went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people,

moved,

at the violin case,

There was an

violin made by Master

The violin he made was hard to

engraved on the violin board. It

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

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

fondly, her eyes filled with love that could not be

relieved to see that she really liked it. It

a sound insulation layer for this room, so

down the violin and rushed towards

her

froze for a few seconds

to him before. Even though both of them

felt so close.

rubbed his high nose with her small tip fondly, and

Her voice was so

are so nice to me! I can’t bear

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

she heard

heart was not his own, and it

about to fly out.

rushed straight to the

hadn’t been back for a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to keep there

Cynthia in his arms, and looked down at her,

heart beat like a drum. She grabbed his neck and