My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 65

Chapter 65 I Want a Child

Looking at the living room, Cynthia frowned.

There were few servants in the villa, but it was impossible that there would be no one during the day. She stood there with Alston for a long time, but no one came out. It seemed that they were deliberately sent away.

She thought and looked at Stella. Her eyes paused.

Stella's dress today was quite different from the past. Her long hair, which was usually coiled on top of her head, was loosely draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was light but delicate. She wore a fresh color dress, which made her look very tender. Instead of being aggressive and arrogant, her appearance was soft femininity.

Thinking of Clare's smug expression just now, Cynthia realized something. She grasped Alston's hand, and

her face looked blank.

She didn't expect Clare and Stella, they...

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.

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

Seeing the scene inside, her eyes turned red. She covered her mouth in surprise, "It's... you made it!"

This small room was renovated into a violin room. It was not big, but the room was sunny and well-ventilated.

The walls were light blue. There was a small balcony, decorated with all kinds of flowers. The elegant white

curtains were fluttering in the wind.

The decoration in the room was very simple. Several rows of bookshelves were filled with violin books and hard-to-replace violin scores, and the violin case was placed on the table.

She imagined the violin room countless times in her dreams, and Alston helped her to realize this.

Cynthia sniffed and tears fell down, "Cynthia, thank you."

Her eyes were very beautiful and often seemed to be filled with tears. When she cried, her eyes were so beautiful and pitiful.

Alston wiped away her tears, "Silly girl, don't cry!"

"How did you know I wanted a violin room like this?" Cynthia stopped her tears and looked at him, sobbing.

Alston smiled gently. "Ever since you played the violin at the last banquet, I've been thinking of building a violin room for you. I knew it from your mother. During the decoration, I discussed it with her every time

came to the hospital."

Cynthia remembered that he often went to her mother's ward before. She thought he was doing it for those people, but she didn't expect it to be like this. Cynthia was moved, almost crying.

Alston pulled her to the table, and pointed at the violin case, "Open it. Do you like it?"

Cynthia was distracted. She carefully opened the violin case. There was an exquisite violin inside. Seeing the familiar logo, she couldn't help but exclaim. "This is a violin made by Master Milo."

Master Milo was a well-known violin maker. The violin he made was hard to replace.

Cynthia was shocked to see her name engraved on the violin board. It was custom-made.

Cherry had a violin made by Master Milo. Although it was an ordinary one, it had been envied by her for many years. Now, she also had her own one.

She loved the violin, and she knew this one was priceless. The materials used were all top-notch. She gave it a try, and sure enough, it had an excellent tone.

Cynthia touched the violin fondly, her eyes filled with love that could not be concealed.

Alston was relieved to see that she really liked it. It was worth it that he begged Milo for so long.

"I made a sound insulation layer for this room, so you can come whenever you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cynthia put down the violin and rushed towards him, her legs wrapped

around his waist, and her posture was very intimate.

He froze for a few seconds before making a response.

Cynthia had never been so close to him before. Even though both of them slept in the same bed, he had never

felt so close.

She put her face close to his face, rubbed his high nose with her small tip fondly, and a smile came to her

mouth. Her voice was so sweet.

"Why are you so nice? You are so nice to me! I can't bear to leave you."

Alston's 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 gentle voice, "Then don't leave. Stay by my side, forever!"

Cynthia nodded unconsciously when she heard his shortness of breath.

The moment she nodded, he felt that his heart was not his own, and it was beating extremely fast as if it was

about to fly out.

He held her and rushed straight to the bedroom.

Although they hadn't been back for a long time, Greg had always asked the maid to keep there clean and tidy.

Alston lay on the bed with Cynthia in his arms, and looked down at her, "I want a child, our child. She will like you and me, soft and cute."

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

She told him her answer through actions.

Alston was stunned for a moment, and then he kissed her more enthusiastically.

A long night.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone on Cynthia's face through the window. She squinted and struggled to open her eyes.

It was already light. She was about to move when she found Alston hugging her waist tightly.

He didn't have a good rest for two days, but now he was relaxed and cuddled Cynthia and slept soundly.

Cynthia lay in his arms, looking at him quietly.

He was good-looking, with impeccable facial features. His eyes were closed and his hair was fluffy at the moment, which greatly weakened his severity and majesty. He looked handsome and gentle. She looked at him for a long time, as if she could never get enough.

Her eyes were too straightforward, and Alston finally smiled. "Is your husband good-looking?"

"Ah!" Cynthia was indignant and ashamed. She patted his chest, "You pretend to be asleep!"

Alston held both of her hands together. There were full of smiles in his eyes. He joked, "No, I didn't pretend to be asleep. You looked at me, and I felt your sunburnt gazes even in my sleep."

"You're making fun of me! I... No more looking at you." Cynthia blushed, broke away from his arms, and got up from the bed.

Just about to get dressed, she turned and found that Alston was looking at her with burning eyes. She

trembled, "No..."

Alston smiled and lay down again.

"Aren't you going to get up?" Cynthia got dressed, lay on the bed, and played with his hair.

Alston closed his eyes, and said lazily, "My wife was full of energy last night. My body couldn't stand it, and I

need to rest."

Cynthia was shy and angry when she heard him joking again, and ignored him. After washing, she went downstairs to make breakfast for him.

The servants were sent back by Stella, so she didn't know whether they would be here today.

As soon as she came downstairs, she saw Stella drinking coffee on the sofa. Cynthia was a little

embarrassed.

Stella heard the footstep, looked at Cynthia, and said in a mean tone, "Hey, you woke up too late. As Mrs. Smith of the Smith family, it's better to be more reserved. Don't lose our reputation."