My Sleeping Beauty Husband

My Sleeping Beauty Husband By Lyanna Nichols Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Stand Up for Her

Be a good Mrs. Smith…

Cynthia lowered her head with darkened eyes and whispered, “Okay!”

Alston liked quietness. Besides Greg, there were only a few servants at home. The whole house was

in silence now

The lunch in the Miller family was too plentiful and greasy, and Cynthia knew that Alston didn’t get a few bites. She was afraid that he was hungry, so she went to the kitchen to cook some food as soon as she returned to the Smith family.

As soon as Cynthia put the food on the table, there was a clatter of high heels at the gate, which was particularly harsh in the quiet house.

“Alston…” With a shrill voice, a middle-aged woman wearing delicate makeup and famous brands suddenly rushed to Alston’s wheelchair.

Cynthia was afraid that the woman would hit Alston’s legs, and she hurriedly separated them, blocking the woman.

Suddenly blocked, Stella Smith was unhappy and looked Cynthia up and down. “Are you the illegitimate daughter of the Miller family? No wonder you are so uncultured that you don’t deserve

my son!”

Son?

Was she Alston’s mother?

Cynthia paused and frowned. Alston had already woken up yesterday, and Greg called her several times, but she didn’t give a response. But now, she was pretending to show her fake love for her

son.

Such a kind of mother… It was better not to have such a mother.

Alston, and she firmly guarded him as

Alston smiled and ate his

mood.

on the table, Stella changed

one side, and her face

you didn’t take good care of a patient. Do you want to kill

face. He turned his wheelchair and

I didn’t hit her. What qualifies

in his voice, Stella

as a mother-in-law. Still, she didn’t expect

played an essential role in

there was a conspicuous palm print on her face, it did not reduce her beauty, adding a weak and

would be seduced by

am your mother and I love you. Cynthia didn’t

for…”

show her fake love, Cynthia

for the liquid food, Alston didn’t eat anything within four months. If you let him a feast, you want him to die. If

“You…”

speak. Looking at Alston, she looked a little

Cynthia looked weak, she knew how to fight back.

soft hands and continued

front of Alston, but she couldn’t endure her anger. She slumped down in a

me.”

and Stella was ready to criticize her. Then Alston suddenly slammed

on the table.

his darkened eyes, Cynthia and Stella were afraid to make a

want to. Greg, clean the table.” He turned his wheelchair and was ready to go back

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