Chapter 343 Desmond's Responsibility

Compared to David and the others who were in chaos all night, the Smith family was much quieter at night. Cynthia tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep because she was thinking of something. After Alston finished his work, he saw that she was still staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, with an irritable look on her face. He got on the bed, hugged Cynthia in his arms, rested his chin on her neck, and breathed lightly, "Are you still worried about Ivan?" "Yes!" Cynthia responded casually, smelling the refreshing fragrance on his body, turned over, and buried her entire face in his arms with her voice muffled. "Alston, what do you think if Ivan is desperate? He really doesn't care about it and just wants to kill us. Even if we take all precautions, we can't stop it. We will be negligent someday. He is in the dark. What if..." Before Cynthia finished speaking, Alston held her chin with one hand and kissed her direct