Chapter 151: Over－fireBy the time Adele Young returned to her room, it was already past twelve o'clock.
When she slid onto the glass door and locked it, she looked at the man sitting on the chair. It seemed that he did not intend to go back to his room for the time being.
Adele Young's brows furrowed, and she paused as she held onto the curtains, trying to slide up.
"Does he have to sit on the terrace for a long time every night?"
Did he sleep at night?
Adele Young stood inside the door and stared at Michael Wilson for a moment. Michael Wilson kept that posture and looked at the dark night outside the terrace silently, as if he was completely unaware of the gaze coming from behind him.
Adele Young pursed her lips, drew the curtains, walked to the bed, took off her coat, hung it aside
