My Sleeping Beauty Husband

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.

flustered and hit the door

must be some kind of mistake! It’s true that I’m here to take care of your young master, but I never said I would marry him. Cherry Miller

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

door locking.

young master’s accident, as an illegitimate daughter, you wouldn’t have been able to step onto the Smith family’s

words, her whole body fell like a freezer, and

her head.

Her own father had set

Alston Smith sat on the top of it. His net worth was over billions and

a car accident four months

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

wake up soon.

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

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 that she

the Miller Family was like a dream to her, so she agreed

didn’t expect that this was waiting

calmed down after a

being forced into marriage by those group of Miller monsters in the future, it is better to use this situation

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

was lying quietly in the bed, only his

looked at his thin body and felt pity in her

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

deep breath, went to the bathroom, and filled a basin with hot water from