My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 297 Make Our Heads Cool

Alston’s hostility was too apparent, so Cynthia hastily pulled his hem and glanced at him,

Unexpectedly, Alston not only didn’t say anything to ease the atmosphere but instead grabbed Cynthia’s hand, took her into his arms possessively, and said to Jakson, “Mr. Carter, if you don’t meet a girl after your own heart, maybe I can introduce my business partners’ daughters who reached marriageable age to you.”

Jakson frowned with a gloomy expression. It turned out that Alston attempted to let out the topic they avoided openly.

“Mr. Smith, I’m afraid you misunderstood. It’s not that I can’t find a girlfriend, but I already have a girl I like. I just haven’t made her my girlfriend.” Since Alston put the cards on the table, Jakson would not give in.

Jakson looked at Cynthia as he spoke and smiled. “Cynthia, Mr. Smith hasn’t come back for three years. Since when did he start working as a matchmaker? Is Smith Group not busy recently?”

Cynthia was also a little embarrassed and pinched Alston’s waist, but her steel-like muscles made her hand pain.

She blushed scarlet with anger and smiled at Jakson awkwardly. “Well, maybe because Alston sees you like Keller and Desmond so much, he is afraid you will feel lonely, so he wants to introduce a girl to you. Please don’t mind.”

“Of course, I don’t mind.” Jakson looked at Alston’s darkened face and smiled meaningfully, “When she promises to be my girlfriend and I hold a wedding, I will invite you, Mr. Smith.”

Invite Mr. Smith to attend his ex-wife’s wedding.

Alston looked into the provocation in his eyes, which made his face even more gloomy.

After Jakson left, Cynthia blamed Alston. “Alston, how could you say that to Keller and Desmond in front of Jakson? Also, introduce a girl to him? When did you like to be a matchmaker?”

Seeing Cynthia blame him with a tense face, Alston felt extremely aggrieved, and an inexplicable look was in his eyes. “So what? Are you unhappy that I introduce a girl to him?”

I don’t have any special relationship with him. Is there any

with affection, Alston hardly controlled his urge to gouge out Jakson’s eyes. To Alston, Jakson’s intention of snatching his wife

life and gained their acceptance. As soon as Alston thought

likes sons and daughters, he can have children. Why does he covet

treats them well. Is there a need to use the word ‘covet’?

misunderstanding?”

looked into Cynthia’s angry eyes and couldn’t help but think Jakson concealed his feelings very well today, without any trace. Alston wondered

Jakson’s ulterior purpose was evident and didn’t understand why Cynthia didn’t perceive it

and his face was filled with grievance and anger. Then he said impulsively, “Cynthia, during these three years of my absence, is

returned, Jakson would become the host of

for you for three

she was afraid someone would plot against the Smith family and that she

she would think of Alston when she was free and that he would die in some unknown corner. In the past three years, she swallowed countless bitterness. She didn’t

Alston.

tears streaming down, Alston suddenly realized what he had said

tears.

was wrong. I was really wrong. I was just…

looked at Cynthia’s face almost pleadingly, and wiped her tears clumsily. “When I saw the two children like Jakson so much, I was afraid and jealous. Also, you have such a good attitude toward him. In my dream, you would only look at me and like me wholeheartedly, but now, someone else appears in

face was filled with panic, and his lips trembled. “I haven’t participated in your these three years of life. I’m afraid that someone will appear to take

about when you came back with the pregnant Gigi? You lost your memory, forgot everything, and forgot our past. You even let her live at our home. You said you didn’t like her; the child in her womb was not yours. Whatever… I will believe

tears hard. “I tell you. I haven’t betrayed you in the past three years and haven’t had any vague relationship with

upstairs without giving Alston

brought by Jackson, a hint of anger