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

I’m here to take care of your young master, but I never said I would marry him. Cherry Miller is the one who’s engaged

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

door locking.

young master’s accident, as an illegitimate daughter,

her whole body fell like a freezer, and a chill rose

her head.

Her

top of it. His net worth was over billions and

accident four

rest of his life if he dop. “In a coma. The doctor said that

wake up soon.

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 in by

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 was under

Miller Family was like a dream to her, so she agreed without much

didn’t expect that this was waiting for

down after

Miller monsters in the future, it is better to use this situation to leave

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

was lying quietly in the bed, only his chest was making weak

his thin body and felt pity in

he was sharp-edged, cold, and oppressive. Who would have thought that he would be

went to the bathroom, and filled a