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.

and hit the

true that I’m here to take care of your young master, but I never said I would marry him. Cherry

she explained. The door didn’t open,

door locking.

agreed to this marriage. If it weren’t for the young master’s accident, as an illegitimate daughter, you wouldn’t have been able to step onto the Smith

like a freezer, and a chill rose from her

her head.

was fooled by Beck Miller! Her own father had set her

it. His net

car accident four months

his life if he dop. “In a

wake up soon.

was indeed 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

if she could go take care of Alston instead of Cherry Miller. This

Family was like a dream to her,

that this was waiting

down after

of Miller

dim room felt damp and empty. Only the bedside

lying quietly in the bed, only his

thin body

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

went to the bathroom, and filled a basin with