My Sleeping Beauty Husband

My Sleeping Beauty Husband By Lyanna Nichols Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Get Out

At this time, a taxi stopped at the Smith’s house gate in the moonlight.

Cynthia got off the bus with a bag in her hand. There were a few changes of clothes in it. After staying i n the hospital for so many days, she was ready to go home and wash her clothes and those of her mot her.

As soon as she got off the taxi, she saw a bright red car parked, with the license plate number she had never

seen.

Cynthia confused. Greg has just told her that Alston was not at home tonight, and all the servants have gone

home. Stella also went out to play cards with her friends. No one should be in the house.

Who could it be?

Cynthia crossed the yard to the door, and found it open. She paused, and then went straight in.

The living room was brightly lit up. At first glance Cynthia saw the man. He was drunk and lay unconsci ously

on the sofa. Hulda squatted on the side and loosened his tie.

Cynthia’s eyes suddenly became red with anger. She rushed in with a bag and smashed it at Hulda, “W hat are you doing?”

Hulda was unguarded and directly hit in the forehead.

She screamed in pain and fell to the ground. When she saw Cynthia, anger welled up in her mind.

Just got upset by Lucien, and now the chance was ruined by Cynthia. These two people were real jinxes!

She stood up directly, pushed Cynthia away severely, and confidently said, “Haven’t you got eyes in yo ur head? I’m necking with Alston. Don’t bother us!”

The word “necking” made Cynthia angry. She pointed to Alston on the sofa and said coldly, “He is so dr unk. and has no consciousness. How can he neck with you? Hulda, I see, you’re trying to do something nasty.

while he’s drunk. You are so shameless.”

Hulda was caught in the middle of what she said, and immediately became angry from embarrassment, “How about he is drunk? Alston likes me. Cynthia, you’re jealous. You’d better get out of here if you kn ow enough.”

“This is my home!” Cynthia dropped her bag on the floor. “This man on the sofa is my husband. Why sh ould I get out? You are the one who should get out!”

Hearing her roar, Hulda ignored her roaring, snorted coldly, and went directly to Alston to hold him upstairs.

Cynthia was about to stop her.

Suddenly Alston sat up in a daze.

Hulda was too frightened to move. The reason why she dared to quarrel with Cynthia was that Alston w as drunk. If he knew what she did to Cynthia, he would never let her go.

Alston closed his eyes. Hulda was very close to him, and a strong perfume directly invaded his nasal c avity.

Alston frowned in disgust and suddenly pushed her away. “It stinks, get out!”

He was grumpy, and he can control it when he is sober. When he was drunk, his bad temper suddenly showed

itself.

Unabashed hatred of the people he disliked.

Hulda struck her back on the tea table and felt a burning pain. She gasped with her back hunched, and looked at Alston carefully, only to find that he was asleep again.

Cynthia witnessed this scene. She smiled and felt a bit lucky.

Alston could treat Hulda in this way. If it had been her, she might have died.

“Why don’t you just go?” Cynthia coldly glanced at Hulda and took out her cell phone. “If you don’t leav e immediately, I’ll call the police and charge you for trespassing!”

Call police!?

Hulda’s eyes were full of hatred, gave her a hard stare and then limped away.

After she left, Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Alston, who was in a coma on the sofa, wit h her

eyes red.

She can’t imagine if she just didn’t come back tonight, whether Alston would be forced to sleep with Hul da. Just thinking about the scene just now makes her heart pain.

If Alston had sex with Hulda, she would never forgive him!

Cynthia felt so angry. She grabbed the bag and hit him, but tears unconsciously fell down.

She put a blanket to him crying. “You b*stard, you were almost taken advantage of. Do you know, b*star

b*stard!”

The next morning, the sun was shining through the window. Alston stood up from the sofa and rubbed h

He saw the decorations around him and paused.

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Alston only remembered that he saw Cynthia with Dylan. He was angry and had a drink with Lucien. Fro

then on, he forgot everything.

Just then, the phone rang on the tea table.

As he answered, there was a cry. “Alston, I’m sorry for you, I didn’t defend your chastity!”

“What’s up?” Alston took the phone away from his ear and asked with a frown.

Lucien repeated what the servant told him, waiting for Alston’s anger with a guilty face.

Alston paused. “You mean, Hulda drove me home? Don’t worry, she didn’t do anything”

He is man, and he can still feel it.

Lucien breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that. If something really happened, he would be over.

After hanging up the phone, Alston stood up and was prepared to wash. As soon as he stepped out, he noticed that he had kicked something. He looked down to see a lilac dress.

This skirt is Cynthia’s. She came home last night?