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 mouth in surprise,

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

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

cortinas ondeaban al viento .

of bookshelves were filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and the

her dreams, and Alston helped

tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

to be filled with tears. When she cried, her eyes were so

away her tears, “Silly girl, don’t

like this?” Cynthia stopped her

“Ever since you played the violin at the last banquet, I’ve been thinking of building a violin room for

came to the hospital.”

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

was moved,

pulled her to the table, and pointed at the violin

violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside.

is a violin

The violin he made

was shocked to see her name engraved on

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

The materials used were all top–notch. She gave it a try,

eyes filled

she really liked it. It was worth it that he begged

this room, so

put down

and her posture was very

froze for a few seconds before making

Even though both of them slept in the same

felt so close.

to his face, rubbed his high nose

Her voice was

you so nice? You are so nice to me! I

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

unconsciously when she heard his shortness of

felt that his heart was not his own, and

about to fly out.

her and rushed straight

a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to keep

her, “I want a

heart beat like a drum. She grabbed his neck and