My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Chapter 3 Wedding Night

Alston’s fingers trembled for a moment. He suddenly looked sharply at Greg, “Who told you to call

her Mrs. Smith?”

Greg tried to explain for Cynthia, “She looks very simple, pretty and mild-tempered. She is much easier to get along with than her sister.”

Alston gave a sneering smile. “The woman is quite capable of building a base of support. She has

only been here for one day. Even you tried to defend her.”

Greg froze and was afraid to continue.

Alston propped himself on the handle of the wheelchair. With a quick turn, he sat in the wheelchair, looking more agile even than normal.

“Do they know Cynthia was not the real bride?”

quickly replied, “It was Clare Smith’s idea, and madam

His eyes showed mixed feelings.

a coma for only four

in a coma, Clare bought all the shares of the bottom shareholders.

so they all stood by

frown as he continued. In four months, too many things had happened in the

without a trace of worry on his face. He even smiled slightly, “He’s

something.”

Alston’s father died accidentally, Alston was only 16. He shouldered the responsibility bravely and developed the Smith Group into one of the best big groups

dandy be comparable

pushed a button and his wheelchair slid

stunned. “Where are

“Go to the bath!”

He hadn’t calmed down yet. He kept thinking of Cynthia’s

made him