My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

Chapter 1 Marry A vegetable

The Smith Family.

Cynthia Miller followed Greg through a dark corridor carefully.

Her new soft clothes, beautiful white skin, and elegant features all seemed to be mismatched with this gloomy villa.

“You are a medical student and should know how to care for patients…”

“But, I’m an obstetrician…”

Cynthia subconsciously argument caught the attention of Greg’s eyes. Her voice weakened, and she continued to follow him.

After a while, Greg’s footsteps stopped.

Cynthia looked up. There was a big room in front of her. The door was wide open, and it was pitch black inside, Like a beast with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow her whole in an instant.

For some reason, Cynthia felt a little nervous.

Greg’s cold voice sounded, “Today is the wedding night of you and the young master. I hope you will take good care of the young master.”

“What wedding night?” Asked Cynthia in shock.

Before I could react, I was pushed into the room, and the door behind me slammed shut.

got flustered and hit the

kind of mistake! It’s true that I’m here to take care of your young master,

how she explained. The door didn’t open, and instead,

door locking.

If it weren’t for the young master’s accident, as an illegitimate

words, her whole body fell like a freezer, and a

her head.

Her own father had set

Fort, and Alston Smith sat on the top of it. His net worth was over billions and looks handsome as well, but all that was until

accident four months

dop. “In a coma. The doctor said that he might stay

wake up soon.

related to the Smith family through an arranged marriage, but it is Miss Cherry Miller, the eldest daughter of the Smith family, who was engaged to Alston and not Cynthia, who’s just an illegitimate daughter who was taken

days ago, Beck Miller asked her if she could go take care of Alston instead of Cherry Miller. This way she could repay the ten years

Miller Family was like a dream to her, so she

didn’t expect that this was

calmed down after

bad thing. Instead of being forced into marriage by those group of Miller

about it, she looked at her “wedding room.” The dim room felt damp and

quietly in the bed, only his chest was making weak

thin body and

saw Alston once from afar. At that time, he was sharp-edged, cold, and oppressive. Who would

went to the bathroom, and filled a basin