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.

moment, then

red. She covered her mouth in surprise,

room was renovated into a violin room. It was

. Había un pequeño balcón , decorado con

ondeaban al viento

with violin books and

imagined the violin room countless times in her dreams, and Alston

sniffed and tears fell down, “Cynthia, thank

and often seemed to be filled with tears. When she cried, her eyes were so beautiful

her tears, “Silly girl,

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

building a violin room for you. I knew

came to the hospital.”

mother’s ward before. She thought he was doing it

was moved,

pointed at the

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

is a violin made

violin maker. The violin he made was hard

was shocked to see her name engraved

it was an ordinary one, it had been envied

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

her eyes filled with love that could

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

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

Cynthia put down the violin and rushed

her posture

froze for a few seconds

been so close to him before. Even though

felt so close.

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

voice was so

so nice to me! I can’t bear to

legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and gentle voice, “Then

she heard his shortness

felt that his heart was not his own,

about to fly out.

rushed straight to

they hadn’t been back for a long time, Greg had always asked the

his arms, and looked down at her, “I want a child, our

beat like a

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