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

young master, but I never said I would marry him. Cherry

The door didn’t open, and instead, there was the

door locking.

you agreed to this marriage. If it weren’t for the young master’s accident, as an illegitimate daughter, you

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

her head.

by Beck Miller! Her own father

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

had a car accident four months

life if he dop. “In a coma. The

wake up soon.

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 illegitimate daughter who was taken in by the Millers ten years

take care of Alston instead of Cherry Miller. This way

like a dream to her, so she agreed

expect that this

calmed down

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

“wedding room.” The dim room felt damp

bed, only his chest

thin body

sharp-edged, cold, and oppressive. Who would have

took a deep breath, went to the bathroom, and filled