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.

son has noticed my love

was all I could understand from the incoherent phrases, as she kept mumbling under her breath.

for you. And why does it matter if Laura has helped me with it? These are my heartfelt emotions

out her anger. “It matters, Bright! One good thing you did for me, and it was because of an outsider. Why aren’t you seeing the problem in it?”

threw the napkin on the table. “You are my

she was hurt for being ignored for long. But to my dismay, Bright couldn’t pick this obvious

came up with an idea to make combined efforts to win

Bright’s head for ruining the perfect moment with his clueless speech. Mrs. Wilson was definitely not happy after

much, I won’t hinder your way. Pick a date for marriage.

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

evident from Mrs. Wilson’s rigidness that she only surrendered for her son’s happiness; she wasn’t genuinely

head