My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 300 Restoring the Truth

The sound of opening the door brought Cynthia and Gigi up short at the same time. Then they turned their heads and found a tall, straight figure standing at the door.

It was Alston!

Gigi’s face suddenly turned pale, and her fingers trembled in a panic. She didn’t expect Alston would appear here. “Did he hear the conversation? How much did he hear?” Gigi thought in a flurry.

But she harbored a fluke thought that Alston didn’t hear what they had said. After all, there was a distance from the cloakroom

door to them.

Gigi’s eyes moved quickly, and she decided to strike first. Thinking of this, she immediately covered her stomach and acted with a painful expression. Her face happened to be pale because of being frightened, so her painful look was a bit authentic.

Seeing her move, Cynthia had a bad premonition.

As she expected, in the next second, Gigi screamed with a cry, “Mrs. Smith… I sincerely express my gratitude to you and bid you farewell. Why… why did you push me?”

“Gigi, when did I push you?” Cynthia instantly understood her intentions. She saw Alston standing outside and wanted to frame her. But unfortunately, this trick was too old, too stupid.

Gigi’s face was ashen, her brows tightly frowned, and there was sweat on her forehead, looking like her stomach really got hurt. “You are afraid that the child in my belly is Alston’s, aren’t you? I explained it to you a long time ago countless times. Why don’t you believe it? Could it be that you don’t believe Alston?”

Cynthia laughed angrily. She didn’t expect Gigi not only frame her but also demean her in front of Alston. “What a stupid woman!” Cynthia couldn’t help but think

“Gigi, I don’t care what tricks you are playing. Let me tell you. This trick won’t work. Therefore, don’t make trouble. Otherwise, if I find out the truth, the consequences will not be as simple as driving you out.”

She looked at Gigi with a sharp look and said word by word, “I will make it difficult for you to stay in Jadney City. Even if Alston protects you, it will be useless.”

Gigi was frightened into a cold sweat in an instant. She knew what Cynthia said was severe, so she panicked. Avoid other websites because I am the only one who worked hard and providing the novel: My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols. If You guys interested to read this novel then follow this website ‘NovelsReads(dot)com‘ . Also Please bookmark this page to get update. Thank you. However, she couldn’t stop. She had already made this choice, so she could only gamble Alston didn’t hear those words just now and that he

still felt a bit guilty about her.

disappear if you want. But… Cynthia, I am also a human being, an alive person! I’m also Alston’s savior.

you enter showbiz, maybe you can

choose a wrong way

that you

to be

at Alston. “I didn’t push her. Do you believe

stroked her hair, and said in a hoarse

to hurt the child and me in my womb.

her expressionlessly with sharp eyes, exuding

down Gigi’s spine. She couldn’t believe Alston had the intention

didn’t like her before, he had never looked at her with this kind of

called Alston’s name with

you’re not qualified to call

Gigi up short, and then she heard him continue, “I

expression on Gigi’s face froze instantly, and her

looked at him in surprise, “You

father saved me before and treated me very well, so I never thought about anything else and never doubted your motives. Even your father proposed to travel, I was worried about

I followed him without

more Alston said, the paler Gigi’s face became, and

also want to ask. Why did you react so weirdly when seeing Cynthia at the airport? Why did you

tears streamed down her face at once. With a crying voice, she half–kneeled, half–crawled

listen to Cynthia’s nonsense. I’m not in the same social

about you? I

snow that could not melt in Antarctica. He retracted his legs, and his face was full of

tears streaming down her face. She knew she was doomed. Alston didn’t trust her and even ignored her father’s

was in a mess, and said in a gloomy voice, “Be honest. I can still let you enjoy a good life. You can still have

She didn’t know whether to say it or not. If she told the truth, not only would his father’s life–saving grace

her brain, searching for a pretext to cover her