Chapter 292 What Are You Planning?
Gigi couldnât fall asleep. She was so excited to see the scene that Alston got angry with Cynthia. No men would endure such things.
The sound of a car came from the outside. She quickly got up and secretly opened the door a crack.
It was very late and no one was in the living room. It was quiet.
The door was opened. Gigiâs eyes lit up.
âSlow down!â A deep and mellow voice came over. It was Alston. He opened the door for Cynthia.
Cynthia didnât feel anything earlier, but after this journey, the feeling of drinking suddenly came up. She was so drunk that she walked crookedly..
âDonât drink too much next time. You are only capable of one drink.â Alston complained gently.
âYou must not go out drinking behind my back Do you hear me?â
Cynthia vaguely responded, âNo, I wonât. I only drink when Alston is by my side.â
Alston was pleased. He kissed her deeply.
To be honest, when he saw her hand on Jaksonâs abdominal muscles, he was so angry that he was about to explode. He wished he could cut Jakson into pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Fortunately, Cynthiaâs subsequent behavior made him very satisfied. She didnât notice Jaksonâs feelings at all and was not interested in him. She only loved him..
Alston was happy. He hugged Cynthiaâs waist, kissed her eyes little by little, and finally kissed her red lips fiercely.
By the moonlight, Gigi could see them clearly. Hatred and jealousy surged in her heart.
How was it possible? She dressed like that and went out to have fun, but Alston was not angry at all! He even kissed her!
Neither Cynthia nor Alston noticed that Gigi was spying on them. They were immersed in their own thoughts. Cynthia was so drunk that her eyesight was blurry.
âYou, donât sway!â She held his face and stared at him.
Feeling that the face in front of her eyes finally stopped shaking, she squinted and leaned closer. The two faces were very close, and her breath could be heard. Alston was waiting for her next move.
âBaby, youâre drunk.â
Because of drunkenness, her eyes were red and blurred. They were not as clear as usual, but a little more charming. Her red lips were attractive. She felt her lips were dry and licked them.
This action directly detonated Alstonâs desire.
It had been three years.
His strong arms wrapped around Cynthiaâs slender waist, and he looked down at the little woman in his arms, âBaby, do you know what you are doing?â
âBaby, I love you so much. Why do I love you so much?â
She answered the wrong question and kissed him as if she was responding in a daze.
Alston smiled lightly. She was silly and cute.
He held her up and felt she was so light. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes. He must let her eat well tomorrow.
Gigi couldnât help it anymore. She just saw desire in Alstonâs eyes, which she never saw before. She was so jealous of Cynthia.
âNo, no, I must stop them. I canât let them sleep together.â She muttered in a low voice. She was flustered.
Although Alston still liked Cynthia, he lost his memory and he hadnât touched her for three years. If they had a physical bond, their relationship would deepen accordingly. It would be even more difficult to separate them than now.
âAlston, you are back.â She walked into the living room in a daze, pretending to have just woken up, holding the cup.
Alston carried Cynthia to the stairs. When he saw her coming out, he frowned fiercely, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
âYou donât sleep in the middle of the night. What are you doing?â
Why was she so reckless, showing up on occasions where she shouldnât be?
Gigi held up the cup in her hand and smiled sheepishly, âAfter I was pregnant, I always got thirsty in the middle of the night. How is Cynthia? Is she alright?â
Looking at Cynthia, huddled in his arms, Alston thought about whether he should let Gigi go. She was too annoying.
Looking at Alstonâs serious face, Gigiâs heart was beating violently. But in order to achieve her goal, she still walked over bravely.
âHow much did she drink? She will have a headache tomorrow morning. I should have told her not to drink too much when she left. My dad always said a good girl wouldnât drink too much.â
She sighed.
She heard Alstonâs words when they came in. She was trying to tell him that Cynthia was not a good girl.
Alston saw her through immediately, âWhat are you trying to say? You know I never like hypocritical people.â
Gigiâs heart skipped a beat. He was blunt. She didnât expect that he would ask her directly.
âNo, I didnât mean anything.â She explained subconsciously, met Alstonâs impatient eyes, and said hastily, âIâm just worried about her!â
âOh, youâre worried!â He sneered, âYou two just fought yesterday, and Cynthia slapped you. Are you really worried about her?â
âI, I...â She still wanted to explain, but Alston interrupted her.
âAlthough I donât know you very well, I have met you for three years. I know your intention. Donât pretend to care. She doesnât need it.â
Gigiâs eyes were red with anger, âDo you have to treat me like this? I have been with you for three years. Why do you always treat me like this? You donât even bother to pretend.â
Alston frowned, âDonât talk nonsense. I havenât been with you for three years. I donât want Cynthia to misunderstand.â
He covered Cynthiaâs ears.
Gigi was almost driven mad by his behavior, âYou, you guys are too much.â
Alston really didnât want to pay attention to her, but her screaming voice was too earâpiercing. She would wake Cynthia up.
âI let you live in my house and take care of you. The only request is that you donât ruin my wifeâs peace. But you caused trouble frequently. What are you planning?â