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.

pity for Alston,

slim body, Alston smiled and ate his food gracefully, in an

mood.

table, Stella changed

one side, and her face was burning with

of my son? Look at what you cook! As a doctor, you didn’t take

redness and swelling on Cynthia’s face.

I didn’t hit her. What

in his voice, Stella was

as a mother-in-law. Still, she didn’t expect her heartless son to defend

played an essential role in

a conspicuous palm print on her

Cynthia, It couldn’t imagine that Alston would be seduced by such a woman. She

I love you. Cynthia didn’t take good care of you. I slapped

for…”

about to show her fake love, Cynthia suddenly interrupted her.

If you let him a feast, you want him to die.

“You…”

angry to speak. Looking at Alston, she looked a little

she knew how

soft hands and continued to eat

of Alston, but she couldn’t endure her anger. She slumped down in a chair and said, “I’m hungry. I don’t want to eat

me.”

ready to criticize her. Then Alston

on the table.

and Stella were

table.” He turned his wheelchair and was ready to go back to his room. Before he

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