My Sleeping Beauty Husband

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!”

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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

were together!”

Burying his head in her soft hair, Alston closed his eyes, smelled the faint fragrance of

her body, and gradually calmed down.

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.”

“Let me see your head!” Hearing what he said, Cynthia hugged his head anxiously,

wanting to see the scar..

Alston lowered his head dotingly and went along with her movements. He was

wondering why he let Cynthia touch him. He usually really disliked other people touching

his things. Gigi once wore his coat, which disgusted him, and he threw it away.

He even didn’t let others touch his clothes, not to mention the physical contact. Although

he and Gigi had lived under the same roof for the past three years, he never let her

touch him in the slightest.

But now…

Looking at Cynthia, who was holding his head and making his hair into a mess, Alston

could only indulge her.

“Did you find it!”

“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.

Cynthia touched the uneven scar, feeling sad. She couldn’t imagine how Alston had

wronged himself when he lived with Gigi and her father for the past three years.

He had never lived such a hard life since he was a child. He had really suffered in the

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“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

would

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

control her emotions.

Tears dripped on the scar, itching.

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

In fact, it was really painful at that time. Alston felt more pain than leg pain when he just

woke up in a vegetable state. He

seemed to have broken the muscles and veins of his whole. It was like the body was not

his own.

Especially for the seriously injured back of his head, how could he not feel pain with such

a big hole? Beau Arnett’s bandaging technique was really rough. He sprinkled it with

hemostatic powder and wrapped it with gauze indiscriminately. Beau didn’t

even send Alston to the hospital. Alston had grinned his teeth to bear it.

During those difficult days, he bit his lower lip to pieces and survived without saying a

word.

“How could it not hurt? You lied to me again. You always lied!” Cynthia snorted

dissatisfiedly and let go of his head. Alston stood up straight.

Alston smiled gently, “Have I lied to you before? That’s impossible. I feel I love and

cherish you very much. How could I lie to you!”

“You have lied to me more than once!” Cynthia came out of the cloakroom angrily. Alston

shook his head dotingly and

followed behind her.

“Did you see a doctor later? What did the doctor say?” After returning to the bedroom,

Cynthia continued to ask.

Alston replied truthfully, “The doctor said when I knocked my head, there was blood

congestion in the brain, which oppressed the memory nerves. So I lost my memory. I will

remember when the blood congestion dissipates.”

Cynthia’s eyes lit up, “That means you probably will recover your memory!”

“Of course!” Alston nodded, “Before I came to Jadney City, I went to the hospital once.

The doctor said the congestion had dissipated a lot, and it wouldn’t take long to regain

my memory. And I remembered more and more recently. Maybe because I’m in the

Smith family.”

Cynthia was excited, “Of course. Here is where you grew up, and the people here have

been with you for many years. Greg watched you grow up. I am your favourite and your

baby. And you can see our children. You will get better sooner with the traction of blood

relationship!”

“I hope so!” Alston looked at her excited appearance and couldn’t bear to chill her

enthusiasm. But he did feel better after returning to the Smith family. It had taken a long

time to get over his headache before. But he felt less pain when holding Cynthia and

feeling her presence.

That surprised him.

Alston and Cynthia were talking when there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door.