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.

noticed my love for him. But no…”

could understand from the incoherent phrases, as she kept mumbling under her breath. Bright sensed the danger looming over us and spoke

have prepared everything for you. And why does it matter if Laura has helped me with it? These are

turned her face crimson in a split second, Mrs. Wilson let out her anger. “It matters, Bright! One good

threw the napkin on the table. “You are my son. Why does it take you an outsider’s suggestion to plan something special

was hurt for being ignored for long. But to my dismay, Bright

came up with an idea to make

I wanted to 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

won’t hinder your way. Pick

can’t believe that you agree for our wedding, mom. Thanks a

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

his head and said,