My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 I Hate Betrayal

His voice was low and cold, with a feeling of disgust and anger.

She was at a loss. She frantically checked her fingers, which had just been carefully cleaned. They were fair and not dirty at all.

Looking at her ignorant eyes, Alston remembered the scene he had just seen at the window.

Why were they so close? When did they meet? Yesterday, she begged him to go to work. Was it that she just wanted to see Ivan?

The more Alston thought, the angrier he became.

When Cynthia came over, he grabbed her neck with one hand. His eyes were full of anger.

“I hate betrayal, Cynthia. If you dare to betray me, I will make you suffer.”

Cynthia was short of breath and looked at that demon-like man in horror. She grabbed his wrist with her slender fingers tightly.

She didn’t know what she had done wrong. She loved him so much that she never thought of betraying him, and she just slapped Ivan for him.

Why would he doubt her? She took care of him for a whole month. Did he never trust her?

Her breathing became weaker and weaker, and she felt wronged. Her tears fell on Alston’s hand.

Warm tears let him become sober again. His eyes slightly darkened, and he let go of his hand.

Cynthia was thrown on the ground. She coughed violently and her face flushed.

“What are you crying for?” Alston asked.

She was the one who was close to Ivan and betrayed him. He couldn’t understand what she was crying for.

He felt grumpy.

“I, I’m sorry!”

Cynthia thought he hated her crying, so she wiped away her tears and tried to squeeze out a smile, “I just came back from the hospital with the smell of disinfectant. Maybe you’re not used to it. I’ll take a shower first, and then I’ll massage your legs.’

She didn’t wait for Alston’s answer and rushed into the bathroom with clothes for her to change

into.

Hearing the noise in the bedroom, Greg came and saw Alston leaning on the bed. He had never seen such an expression on Alston’s face, and he was worried.

“Mr. Smith, what’s going on? Are your legs hurting again?” He asked.

Alston’s eyes were a little confused, “I feel like I’m sick!”

“What is ailing you? I’ll contact the family doctor right away.”

Greg was nervous, he took out his phone and was about to make a call. Alston continued,

“I think there may be something wrong with my heart. When I see her with someone else, my chest

will feel uncomfortable. Is it the sequela of the car accident?” He said.

Greg breathed a sigh of relief, put down the phone, and felt a little funny. He had been with Alston

for so many years. Except for that woman, he had never seen anyone make Alston be like that.