My Sleeping Beauty Husband

My Sleeping Beauty Husband By Lyanna Nichols Chapter 281

Chapter 281 She Deserves

Alston was worried Desmond would refuse. After all, Desmond didn’t like him the first

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Unexpectedly, Desmond played nice and nestled into his arms obediently with his cute

and handsome chubby face leaning against Alston’s chest.

Desmond was small, fleshy, soft, and well–behaved in his arms, giving Alston the

satisfaction of being a father.

There were tears in Greg’s eyes when Greg saw two very similar handsome faces, one

big and one small. He sighed again, “It’s great that Mr. Smith is back.”

During Alston’s presence of three years, they had looked all over Jadney City and other

cities nearby, but there was no sign of him. They had looked blind for Alston for three

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years, and even Greg gave up, but Cynthia had insisted he was still alive and sent

people to find him.

Greg couldn’t imagine how Cynthia would be if Alston didn’t return or if she received the

news of his death.

Fortunately, everything went on the bright side. Although Alston had temporarily lost his

memory, it would all come back as long as the congestion disappeared.

Gigi watched the family of four approaching the dining table intimately, clenching her fists

under the table with veins bulging

and hatred.

Why did Alston ignore her but smile so gently at Cynthia? She had asked around and

knew Alston didn’t care about Cynthia,

and he had never introduced Cynthia in public and revealed it to the media.

If he deeply loved Cynthia, he should have shown her to the whole world!

“Miss Arnett, I’m sorry. It’s a bit late, and you must be hungry. Help yourself. You are

pregnant, so I specifically told servants to cook a meal suitable for you.”

Cynthia pointed to the dishes on the table with a smile, “I don’t know if it’s your flavor. I

hope you like it.”

Gigi looked at the dishes on the table, and her face turned green. There was a clear

distinction between the large table, on which most of the dishes were for Cynthia and her

families, and other tasteless foods were for her.

They obviously treated her differently, which was worse than treating ordinary guests.

They never considered her as Alston’s

benefactor.

She forced herself to smile timidly, “You shouldn’t have bothered. Alston and I used to

eat together, so you don’t have to

separate mine.”

Gigi suggested she and Alston had been very close in the past three years.

“Not at all!” Cynthia blinked, knowing what she implied and not buying it, “The Smith

family has enough servants. There are nearly ten people preparing meals in the kitchen.

It was easy for them to cook for the babies and me. Now you come back with Alston, so

they can serve you.”

Cynthia bent down to put Keller into the baby chair. Then she straightened up and

looked at Gigi, saying something meaningful, “After all, no idlers in the Smith family.”

Gigi’s face was distorted. What did Cynthia mean? Did she say Gigi was idle?!

How could Cynthia treat her like that? She knew Cynthia didn’t let her stay in the Smith

family voluntarily. Cynthia wanted to humiliate her so that she couldn’t take it anymore

and left willingly.

Gigi sneered in her heart with firmness in her eyes. The more Cynthia wanted to drive

her away, the longer she would stay. As long as Cynthia didn’t fear it would ruin her

reputation and took the responsibility of driving away her husband’s savior, she could

stay in the Smith family for death!

Gigi’s expression became more natural when she thought about that. She looked at

Cynthia with provocation, “Well, thank you. They look delicious, and I really want to have

a try. I have cooked for Alston for three years. But our meals were simple

and barely edible compared with these. It’s been hard for Alston.”

Cynthia raised her eyebrows and thought, “Good. So secretive just now. But now she’s

trying to start a battle. Interesting!”

“He did suffer. He lived in that small place for three years. I felt sorry for him when I knew

what had happened to him. Alston

is very picky about quality. He loves my dishes and never eats food from the kitchen.”

Cynthia looked helpless and held

Alston’s hand with distress in her eyes.

“You have gone through these three years. I will make up for you for the rest of our lives.

Let’s forget all the hardships we have suffered in the past three years, shall we?”

Cynthia was obviously acting, but Alston wanted to laugh. He held back his laugh and

kissed her on the lips cooperatively, “Okay!”

“Actually, I’ve been starting a business for the past three years. I was so busy that I

basically ate and slept in the company hotel,” Alston looked at Gigi coldly, “I hardly ate

Gigi’s food. But I remembered Uncle Beau always cooked, while you seemed not good

at housework.”

Gigi didn’t expect Alston to undermine her even in front of Cynthia. He made Gigi

ashamed.

Everyone present looked over. Desmond also understood what Gigi said to her mother,

and he said tenderly, “Auntie doesn’t know how to cook. Why did she lie to mom that she

cooked for dad for three years? Mom said a good boy never cheated. Did

auntie’s mom not tell her?”

Looking at Desmond’s sly appearance, Alston smiled. He kissed him on the cheek,

“Auntie’s mother passed away when she was just born, so no one taught her. We have

to forgive her!”

“I see,” Desmond blinked and looked at Gigi, “I’m sorry, auntie. I didn’t know your mom

passed away!”

Gigi was furious and felt her teeth shatter. “This d*mn child dared to say I’m uneducated.

He’s just a kid. Of course, he is

Cynthia’s son for sure and as hateful and annoying as her,” Gigi thought.

Looking at Gigi’s livid face, Desmond smiled triumphantly.

She deserved his mockery for daring to bully her mother in their home!

Desmond and Alston made eye contact and gave each other a “nice job” look

After that, Desmond started to like Alston. He thought arrogantly, “He knows how to

protect mom, and it feels pretty good. So

I won’t mind his kissing.”

Alston got a small victory. But whether Desmond would treat Alston as his birth father

would depend on Alston’s performance,

Cynthia looked at Alston and Desmond, feeling very sweet inside. She loved when her

husband and son protected her.

But Cynthia couldn’t express her happiness because Gigi was so angry. She coughed

lightly, pulled Alston to sit, and said to Gigi, “We can talk after dinner. Otherwise, the food

will get cold.”

Gigi felt extremely aggrieved. She was angry enough and couldn’t have anything.

She didn’t want to lose to Cynthia, so she sat down opposite them. When she saw

Cynthia pick up sweet and sour pork ribs for Alston, she immediately shouted, “No.

Alston doesn’t like sweets!”

Cynthia paused, frowned, and glanced at Alston, “You don’t like sweets?”

That could be wrong. Alston liked sweets very much. Cynthia remembered he liked the

desserts and sweet and sour pork ribs that she had made. He had finished them all and

even competed with her cousin.

“Even though you lost your memory, your flavor couldn’t change!” Cynthia wondered.

Gigi thought she got a win, smiling, “Only little girls like to eat sweets. Alston doesn’t like

it at all. He never ate them when we lived together!”

Cynthia said, “Okay.” Then she looked at Alston and then put the sweet and sour pork

ribs into Desmond’s small bowl.

Desmond laughed and thought, “Mommy loves me the most instead of Alston.”

He gnawed on the ribs with relish, with the sauce staining his face, and gave Alston a

provocative look

Alston laughed and thought, “He’s competing with me and acts like an adult. Very naive.”

But why did Alston feel sad?

Seeing Desmond eating happily, Cynthia sighed with feigned regret, “Alston, Desmond

has inherited your taste and likes to eat sweets. I didn’t expect you to change your flavor

in just three years…”