My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Thought I Was Dreaming

Alston’s eyes were full of sternness. He had seen the interaction between her and Cynthia in the past two days. Gigi always went up to provoke her. This kind of scheming was too obvious.

She stirred up Cynthia’s anger, made her misunderstand him and target her, and then pretended to be bullied and pitiful. So

everyone blamed Cynthia.

“You are talking nonsense.” Gigi shouted angrily.

Alston covered Cynthia’s ears, “Quiet! You are waking her up!”

“You!” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held back and let them fall one by one. She was very used to showing her weakness,

which made men feel bad.

But it’s a pity that Alston didn’t buy it.

He didn’t bother to watch her pretending, turned around and carried Cynthia upstairs.

“I’ll ask Greg to put water in your room, so you can stay in there.”

Gigi froze. How could he just leave like this? She was crying, but he didn’t care at all!

When Cynthia was angry, he comforted her softly. Could it be that she was really so much worse than her?!

The resentment in her eyes was about to overflow, and she hated Cynthia so much.

In Alston’s eyes, Cynthia was much more attractive than her. She must try other ways.

A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth. If he didn’t see Cynthia cheating today, then she would create a scene of cheating

for him.

Alston put Cynthia on the bed, looked at her delicate makeup and sighed. He took off her shoes resignedly and started to clean

her face.

He had no memory, but he naturally knew what he should do.

With her snow–white skin, delicate facial features, and pink lips, her original appearance was revealed little by little, Alston’s heart was incredibly soft.

How could there be such a cute girl in the world, who could have his heart without doing anything, just lying still like this?

He couldn’t hold back and kissed her again. Cynthia groaned uncomfortably and waved her hand. She slapped his face.

Alston was dazed and then laughed.

He smiled, “Fine. I will forgive you this time.”

In the early morning of the next day, Cynthia groaned and got up from the bed. She was hungover and had a splitting headache. She rested her wrist on her head and sat on the bed for a long time before slowly recovering.

“You have a headache, don’t you?” Alston’s voice came from the bathroom. She felt a little unreal.

Cynthia reacted for a long time. She still didn’t remember what had happened.

Alston came out with a warm towel and saw her stunned.

Her hair was golden, fluffy, and disheveled when the sun came in. She looked soft and cute, and her facial features were exquisite. Sitting on the bed in a daze, she looked like an angel.

Alston wiped her face very carefully and seriously.