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, then opened

her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise, “It’s… you made

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

color azul claro . Había un pequeño balcón

al viento .

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

in her dreams, and Alston

fell down,

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

away her tears, “Silly girl,

room like this?” Cynthia stopped

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

came to the hospital.”

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

was moved,

to the table, and pointed at

the violin case. There was an exquisite

is a violin made

The violin he made was hard to

engraved on

was an ordinary one, it had been envied by her for

this one was priceless. The materials used were all top–notch.

eyes filled

to see that she really liked it. It was worth it that he

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

Cynthia put down the violin

and her posture

a few

never been so close to him before. Even though both

felt so close.

nose with her small tip fondly, and a

voice was

nice to me!

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

nodded unconsciously when she heard his shortness of

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

about to fly out.

and rushed

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

looked down at her, “I want a child, our child.

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