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.

a moment, then opened

eyes turned red. She covered her

room. It was not big,

un pequeño balcón

al viento .

was very simple. Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin books and

her dreams, and

and tears fell down,

filled with tears. When she cried,

her tears,

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

at the last banquet, I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for you. I knew it from your mother. During the

came to the hospital.”

ward before. She thought he was doing it for

was moved, almost

and pointed at the violin case, “Open

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

violin made

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

her name engraved on the violin board. It was

an ordinary one, it had been envied

this one was priceless. The materials used were all

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

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

this

soon as he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin and rushed

her posture

froze for a few seconds before

Even though both of them slept in

felt so close.

close to his face, rubbed his high nose with her small

voice was so

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

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

unconsciously when she heard his

nodded, he felt that his heart was not his own, and it

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight to

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

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

then her heart beat like a drum. She grabbed