Chapter 2 Chapter 2 I Give Myself to You

The news that Alston has woken up shocked the whole Smith household.

In the middle of the night, the Smith family's establishment was brightly lit, and the doctor in a big white coat was busy giving Alston a thorough examination.

Cynthia was standing at the door of the room. She still hasn't recovered from the shock yet.

Greg, who was cold to her before, suddenly has a huge smile on his face.

"The Miller Family always believed that you are lucky, and it's apparently true. Mrs. Smith is really blessed. It's the first day of marriage and my young master suddenly woke up."

Uh... In order to get her to marry, Beck Miller even came up with such nonsense.

Cynthia sniffed coldly, and then her heart sank.

Now that Alston is awake. If he knew she was a substitute, would he drive her back to the Miller family?

Her heart tightened at the thought.

No, she finally got out of the Miller family's evil lair, and she will never go back again.

Cynthia made up her mind. If Alston let her leave later, she would fight for her life to stay and leave as a corpse if it comes to.

After a while, the doctor left. Greg came out of the room and said to Cynthia, "Young Master wants you to go in."

Cynthia clenched her fingers and walked into the room with a solemn and stirring face.

Alston was named the most desirable bachelor of Fort. He was tall, muscular, and had a sublime appearance. At the moment, he was sitting on the bed with his head slightly lowered, his forehead blocking his deep eyes, and his whole body full of alienation and indifference.

"You... you wanted to see me?" Cynthia spoke carefully.

Alston looked up at her and said, "Pack your things at once and go back to your family!"

As expected!

Cynthia knew he would make her leave, but didn't expect him to be so merciless.

She smiled wryly, "What are you saying... we are husband and wife now. How can you send the bride back to her family on our wedding night?"

"Husband and wife? Bride? Do you think you deserve to? The eldest daughter didn't want to marry, so she asked an illegitimate daughter to take her place. An apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You and your family are very calculating, aren't you?"

Alston's eyes were cold and stern. Cynthia's back immediately broke out in a cold sweat. She was speechless.

She forced herself to calm down. She looked at him with a pale and sad face. "Please don't drive me out. My father won't forgive me... I'm a doctor, and your body still needs to recover. I promise I will take good care of you."

Cynthia looks exquisite and beautiful. Her pair of almond eyes were reddish as she was in tears. The delicate and touching appearance makes people want to hold her in their arms to ease her sorrow.

But Alston was expressionless and unmoved, "I have many servants, so there is no need for you to take care of me. Cynthia, I'm not a good person, and I have no compassion. Your tricks are useless to me."

Cynthia's eyes were dark.

Alston looked at her with her head down and suddenly changed his tone, "I am a businessman, and I believe in the exchange of equal value. Unless you can come up with something that pleases me..."

Cynthia was frozen. She was just a simple obstetrician. Her father didn't care about her, her mother was gone, and she had no power or potential. She has only herself.

Her heart sank and she made up her mind. Her slender fingers gripped her neckline tightly, "Alston, I have nothing. I will give myself to you."

After she finished her sentence, she closed her eyes. Her white fingers slowly unbuttoned her clothes little by little.

Cynthia's white and transparent skin could be seen under the light as she had taken off nearly all her clothes and was about to take off her last piece of clothing.

"I'll give myself to you as long as you can let me stay. I'll be yours only. You can do anything you want me to do."

She put her hands around his shoulders. Her young body trembled with fear, but she still looked at him stubbornly.

Alston was in a trance, and this delicate little face and his memory of when he was a child suddenly somewhat overlapped.

His eyes were deep, he casually opened them, and his voice was coldly ironic. "Cynthia, you know I am disabled now and can't do anything, right."

Cynthia's heart chills. She had already reached this point, yet he was still going to drive her out.

Suddenly, a big coat fell on her, covering her white skin.

"Put on your clothes, get out, and call Greg in."

Cynthia gawked at him, dressed her clothes woodenly, and was about to go out when Alston stopped her, saying, "I'm hungry."

"Huh?" She didn't react and looked at him in confusion.

"Didn't you say you would take good care of me? I'm hungry!"

Cynthia was suddenly pleased, and her eyes smiled into a crescent shape. "You... you promise to let me stay?"

Alston asked indifferently. "You don't want to?"

Hearing this, Cynthia hurriedly trotted to the kitchen to prepare food for Alston, and asked Greg to go upstairs, by the way.

Watching as her back disappeared, Alston's tight body suddenly relaxed. He looked down at his pants, and his eyes turned dark and mysterious.

He had reacted to her. Just looking at her body, he responded to her.

How was that possible?

It must be because he has been asleep for too long!

Greg pushed a wheelchair through the door, Recalling the appearance of Cynthia's caring young master's clothes just now. His face was somewhat in thought.

"Young master, Mrs. Miller looks very familiar. I've got this strong feeling that I've seen her somewhere before."