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

be some kind of mistake! It’s true that I’m here to take care of your young master, but I never said

matter how she explained. The door didn’t open, and instead, there was the sound

door locking.

stop joking. Your father said you 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

Cynthia heard these words, her whole body fell like a freezer, and a chill

her head.

Beck Miller! Her own father had set

it. His net worth was over billions and looks handsome as well,

car accident four months

dop. “In a coma. The doctor

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

Beck Miller asked her if she could go take care of Alston instead of

like a dream to her, so she agreed without

this

calmed down after

of Miller monsters in the future,

room.” The dim room felt damp and empty. Only the bedside instruments made a

quietly in the bed, only his chest was making weak

his thin body and felt pity

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

deep breath, went to the bathroom, and filled