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,

scene inside, her eyes turned red. She

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

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

ondeaban al viento

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

in her dreams,

fell down, “Cynthia,

with tears. When she cried, her

wiped away her tears, “Silly girl, don’t

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

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

came to the hospital.”

that he often went to her mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing

moved, almost

and pointed at the violin case, “Open

was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the familiar logo, she couldn’t help but

a violin made by

was a well–known violin maker. The violin

to see her name engraved on the violin board. It

an ordinary one, it had been envied by her for

loved the violin, and she knew this one was priceless. The materials used were

filled with love

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

layer for this room, so you can come

he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin

her posture was

a few seconds before making

to him before. Even though both of them

felt so close.

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

Her voice

so nice to me! I can’t bear to

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

nodded unconsciously when she heard his shortness

was not his own, and it was

about to fly out.

held her and rushed

had

her,

froze for a moment, and then her heart beat like a drum.