Chapter 117: Swallowing Your tongues to Die, I'll Help You!Adele Young knew what was going on and did not walk toward Michael Wilson. Instead, she walked to the dressing table and placed a hand on it, quietly looking at Michael Wilson who was standing at the bedside table.
Michael Wilson's expression was not as scary as before, but it was definitely not good.
Adele Young, who was standing on the dressing table with vigilance, snorted coldly with her dark eyes darkening.
Adele Young's eyes flickered and her heart felt heavy.
"Why don't you tell me?"
Michael Wilson's voice was sharp.
Adele Young squeezed her hands on the side of her legs. She stared at Michael Wilson with her clear eyes and said softly, "Don't you know?"
Michael Wilson didn't explain why she made him angry for a minut
