The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 215

Shoot

Mrs. Wilson’s accurate guess raught me off guard, raising a bullet of pante in my chew. I desperately prayed for Bright to hatolle this shitta carehilly. He gared at his mom for a length of time, as if trying to access her ertins from her expranonte fare. Then he held her hand

“Mom, I said Laura has cooked this meal Nething else.”

Riting my fingernails, I observed her keenly to look for a brit of sofress n he face. Mr. Wilmon appeared indifferent and cold as she broke straight into Bright’s eyes.

“Use your diplomatic answers somewhere else. I have spent my entire life with your dad. I know how it works”

Oops!

She didn’t give him a chance to deny his claim and sighed. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she sat hark and said.

thought that finally, my son has noticed my

incoherent phrases, as she kept mumbling

And why does it matter if Laura has

her face crimson in a split second, Mrs. Wilson let out her anger. “It matters, Bright! One good thing you did for me, and it was because of

the table. “You are my son. Why does it

for long. But to my dismay, Bright couldn’t pick this obvious clue. He spoke with no thought.

couple, so we came up with an

go out and smack Bright’s head for ruining the perfect moment with his clueless speech. Mrs. Wilson was definitely not happy after this sudden turn of events. She got up and grabbed the

you wish to be with her so much, I won’t hinder your

and exclaimed, “I can’t believe that you agree for our wedding, mom. Thanks a lot. I love

Mrs. Wilson’s rigidness that she only surrendered for her son’s happiness; she wasn’t genuinely happy for us. However, it was

caressed his head and said,