My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Thought I Was Dreaming

Alston’s eyes were full of sternness. He had seen the interaction between her and

Cynthia in the past two days. Gigi always went up to provoke her. This kind of scheming

was too obvious.

She stirred up Cynthia’s anger, made her misunderstand him and target her, and then

pretended to be bullied and pitiful. So

everyone blamed Cynthia.

“You are talking nonsense.” Gigi shouted angrily.

Alston covered Cynthia’s ears, “Quiet! You are waking her up!”

“You!” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held back and let them fall one by one. She

was very used to showing her weakness,

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which made men feel bad.

But it’s a pity that Alston didn’t buy it.

He didn’t bother to watch her pretending, turned around and carried Cynthia upstairs.

“I’ll ask Greg to put water in your room, so you can stay in there.”

Gigi froze. How could he just leave like this? She was crying, but he didn’t care at all!

When Cynthia was angry, he comforted her softly. Could it be that she was really so

much worse than her?!

The resentment in her eyes was about to overflow, and she hated Cynthia so much.

In Alston’s eyes, Cynthia was much more attractive than her. She must try other ways.

A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth. If he didn’t see Cynthia cheating today,

then she would create a scene of cheating

for him.

Alston put Cynthia on the bed, looked at her delicate makeup and sighed. He took off her

shoes resignedly and started to clean

her face.

He had no memory, but he naturally knew what he should do.

With her snow–white skin, delicate facial features, and pink lips, her original appearance

was revealed little by little, Alston’s heart was incredibly soft.

How could there be such a cute girl in the world, who could have his heart without doing

anything, just lying still like this?

He couldn’t hold back and kissed her again. Cynthia groaned uncomfortably and waved

her hand. She slapped his face.

Alston was dazed and then laughed.

He smiled, “Fine. I will forgive you this time.”

In the early morning of the next day, Cynthia groaned and got up from the bed. She was

hungover and had a splitting headache. She rested her wrist on her head and sat on the

bed for a long time before slowly recovering.

“You have a headache, don’t you?” Alston’s voice came from the bathroom. She felt a

little unreal.

Cynthia reacted for a long time. She still didn’t remember what had happened.

Alston came out with a warm towel and saw her stunned.

Her hair was golden, fluffy, and disheveled when the sun came in. She looked soft and

cute, and her facial features were exquisite. Sitting on the bed in a daze, she looked like

an angel.

Alston wiped her face very carefully and seriously.

The hot and humid towel instantly woke Cynthia up.

Alston put down the towel, pinched her pink cheeks, and asked, “How are you? Are you

awake?”

Cynthia stared at him for a long time and said, “It’s you. I thought I was dreaming.”

Alston was taken aback for a moment. Then his eyes overflowed with tenderness.

Whenever Cynthia woke up and saw the empty bed beside her for the past three years,

she felt as if her heart was lost. But she pretended she was fine.

Now he came back, and the other half of her heart seemed to be filled, and her life was

complete.

Alston kissed her red eyes, “Yes, I’m back. You won’t be alone ever again. I will always

be here to support you. I’m sorry that I

left for so long time.”

Cynthia wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face on his shoulder for a

long time.

Alston felt that the clothes on his shoulders were soaked. He sighed and patted her on

the back, “My dear baby, don’t cry. I am

here.”

Cynthia felt a little embarrassed. She wiped her tears and smiled, “It’s all over. As long

as you come back, I won’t feel hard. Our family will never be separated from now on,

Okay?”

“Okay!” Alston agreed without hesitation.

Suddenly there was a voice at the door, “Mommy, you woke up! My brother and I are

coming in. Put on your trousers.

Cynthia couldn’t help laughing out loud. She had already changed into pajamas, and her

body was refreshing. It should be

Alston who helped her change.

She said, “You can come in.”

The door opened a small gap, and two pairs of big black grape–like eyes looked around,

and then opened the door completely.

Seeing her mother waking up, Keller yelled excitedly. She rushed over like a baby

swallow, “Mommy, hug. I want a hug!” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Looking at her daughter wearing bright yellow overalls, eyebrow–level bangs, and her

small face as white as a soft little cloud, Cynthia opened her arms, “My baby is so cute

today, like a little cotton candy!”

Keller smiled happily.

Desmond walked in slowly. He was more mature than his sister, so he looked down on

her behavior very much.

“Keller, you are not a child. You should be more mature and don’t always lie in my arms.”

He was wearing a small suit, looking like a little adult, with a stern face that was the

same as his father.

“Hmph, I’m only three years old. I want Mommy to hug me! If you are a big child, Mommy

will not hug you.”

Unexpectedly, Keller replied articulately. Desmond didn’t know what to say.

Alston laughed out. Desmond wanted to be hugged, but he didn’t say.

He squatted down and hugged him into his arms.

“Come on, little man, let dad hug you!”

Desmond frowned. But he was happy to hear Alston’s words.

He said he was a man.

He proudly raised her round chin, “Since this man is so discerning, I’ll let him hug me for

a while. But it’s no way I call him dad willingly!”