My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 37 A Great Chance

Cynthia picked up the cake box and looked at the deformed edge. Her eyes sparkled with a thoughtful look.

“It was Alston just now?” She thought.

“Cynthia, what’s the matter? Is there anything wrong with this box?”

Cynthia looked down and rubbed the crushed box. “Unfortunately, the box is broken. The cake isn’t eatable.”

Then she opened the lid of the trash can and threw the cake in.

So what? Give her a slap and then offer a sweet date? She is not a child, and will not forgive all his mistakes with a piece of cake.

Cynthia looked at Dylan and smiled, “Dylan, I should go back to take care of my mom. I’ve been out for too long. She should be anxious if she can’t see me.”

“I’ll come with you and see her.”

Cynthia nodded and they walked together to the ward.

As they left, Alston and Lucien came out from the end of the corridor.

It set a ticklish task for Lucien. He just persuaded Alston to come back but didn’t think he would see this scene. It was all over, Alston must be angrier.

“Lucien!” Alston called him in a hoarse voice.

“Ah!” cried Lucien. He was lost in thought just now.

“Does Dylan more handsome than me? Does he richer than me?” Alston’s eyelids turned red, and his words were sour.

“He is gentler than you, and knows how not to break a girl’s heart.” Lucien thought.

Without saying these words, Lucien pointed to their backs and said, “You must feel bad!”

Alston paused. He touched his heart, where it seemed to have been pricked, and it hurt badly.

“Cynthia loves you so much, it’s probably worse than you when she saw you hug Hulda.”

protect her!” Alston pressed his lips and frowned. He had no experience in love. When he saw that the person he cared about was in danger, all he knew was to protect her

feel anything

couldn’t understand it, but just stopped to think about it. He took

went out.

you crazy? How long have you not slept? You still dare to drink? You’d better

him no

Dark Blue.

a good drink. But today he has something on his mind. He drank one glass after another and soon. got drunk.

was still a trace of wakefulness. They couldn’t drive

asked people to

came, but only one people. The man

his face

didn’t mention that Alston

dare not let a

phone number of Greg, only the number of his family mansion. But

several

on the

is Alston so drunk!”

“You are?”

Alston’s personal assistant.

Lucien, but at that moment he saw her dress

suspicious.

a hip–wrapped skirt, painted with heavy makeup,

she had ever seen

bar?” Hulda was annoyed by his look

to hold Lucien to leave. Lucien suddenly opened his

close to Alston and staggered

can’t… you plot against him… you

and pulled Hulda

unconscious. As long as she slept with him, with his personality, although

him see her goodness gradually, make him

all of it. But Lucien messed

her feet and forced a stiff smile. “Mr. Lucien is drunk. Everyone in the Smith

so I don’t