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?”

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

on the handle. His eyes showed mixed feelings. He snorted coldly for a

for only four months. How dare he

Clare bought all the

so they all stood by

eyebrows knit in a frown as he continued. In four months, too many things had happened in the company, and the

to him without a trace of worry

something.”

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

dandy be comparable

a button and his wheelchair slid

was stunned. “Where

“Go to the bath!”

back. He hadn’t calmed down yet. He kept thinking

made him tense and