My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 The Scar on Back Head

Of course, Cynthia would believe it. Even though Alston lost his memory, he was the same person who didn’t care to lie

because of his pride!

“Then tell me truthfully. Where did the children come from! Or…”

Cynthia lowered her voice, deliberately making a rough voice to threaten him.

“Or what…” With smiling eyes, Alston looked gentler and more charming than his usual indifferent and terrifying appearance.

Cynthia was very angry that he still wanted to seduce her at that moment.

“Or you can’t sleep in my bed tonight!”

Alston laughed harder, “So, if I’m honest, will you allow me to sleep in your bed tonight?”

As Alston said, he directly held her waist with his big and thin hand. As soon as he did, he thought to himself, “So skinny.” He

felt he could have her waist with one hand.

Alston thought of the photo of Cynthia and him together that he saw at home when he entered the door. At that time, her face was still a little fleshy. She looked young and cute, as beautiful as a delicate doll.

But she had lost a lot of weight, and her waist was slim. Cynthia suffered too much during his absence in the past three years.

“Don’t call me Cynthia. You haven’t recovered your memory yet, and we are total strangers now!” She slapped Alston’s arm around her and glanced at him, her beautiful eyes rippling.

“Will you sleep with a stranger?”

Alston listened to her angry words, bowed his head, and laughed. Cynthia was cute and even cuter when she was jealous and

angry.

“Although I haven’t remembered everything, I’m so familiar with this family and you from the beginning,” he said seriously, “For the past three years, I kept having a dream, in which a woman in a purple dress, turning her back to me, called me Alston,

but I couldn’t see her face…”

“Purple dress?” Cynthia looked at the lilac dress on her body. She liked purple very much, and Alston also bought her purple

clothes.

“Yes, it was a stunning purple dress. It was large and long. But it became soft when it floated like smoke. It was like a purple galaxy and very beautiful under the light.”

Alston recalled the scene in his dream with his eyes

closed.

Cynthia changed her look and took Alston to the cloakroom. She opened a special cabinet, pointing to a stunning purple dress inside, asking, “Is this dress?”

Looking at the dress that was the same one in his dream, Alston was excited and shocked, “Yes. That’s it!”

Cynthia stared at him blankly with moist eyes, “This is the one I wore when you took me to the banquet for the first time!”

Alston was surprised, and Cynthia continued, “It was Mr. Johnson’s birthday party. Someone ruined my dress, and you took it

from Kevin. It was his collection and worth ten million dollars!”

Cynthia’s description of their first banquet reminded Alston of some fragmentary pictures, which made his head almost explode. He held his forehead painfully, wishing he could bang his head against the wall to get rid of it.

Noticing his strangeness, Cynthia stopped talking, hugged him, and looked nervous, “Are you all right? I’ll call you a doctor!”

Alston felt her anxiety and saw she was about to cry. So he held back the pain, hugged her into his arms, and comforted her in

a hoarse voice, “Don’t worry. I have this thing… Don’t be afraid!”

Hugged by Alston, Cynthia didn’t dare to move for fear of aggravating his pain, “What’s your thing? You never had it when we

After a long time, Alston said in a muffled voice, “I hit my head when I fell off the cliff. If I force myself to recall the past, I will get a headache.”

“Yes!” Cynthia finally saw the scar. It was on the scalp and very deep. There was still a big scar left after three years. He must have bumped his head really hard.

“It’s so deep. You must have hurt at the time!” Tears rolled down Cynthia’s cheeks when she spoke. She thought she had a heart of stone after being in the business world for three years. But she couldn’t stop crying in front of Alston as before.

She thought she could and would only be a delicate woman in front of Alston. She needed him to cheer her up when upset. She

cry when distressed and would lose her temper when angry. In a word, she never had to control her emotions.

Alston’s voice was gentle, “I was fine. It didn’t hurt.”