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

She covered her mouth in surprise, “It’s… you

a violin room. It was not big, but the

. Había un pequeño balcón

ondeaban al viento .

filled with violin books and hard–to–find violin scores, and the violin case

her dreams,

tears fell down,

seemed to be filled with tears. When she

her tears, “Silly girl, don’t

like this?” Cynthia stopped her tears and looked at

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

came to the hospital.”

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

was moved, almost

at the violin case,

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

is a violin made by

well–known violin maker. The violin he made

shocked to see her name engraved on the violin

ordinary one, it had been envied by her

were all top–notch. She gave it a try, and sure enough, it had

filled with

that she really liked it. It was worth it that

sound insulation layer for this room, so

speaking, Cynthia put down the violin and rushed

her

few seconds

been so close to him before. Even though both

felt so close.

to his face, rubbed his high nose with her

voice

so nice? You are so nice to me! I

eyes went dark. His Adam’s apple kept rolling and his big hands grabbed her legs to bring her closer to him. He said to Cynthia in a hoarse and

when she heard his shortness

not his own, and it was beating extremely fast

about to fly out.

held her and rushed straight

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

his arms, and looked down at her,

for a moment, and then her heart beat like a drum. She grabbed his neck and