Chapter 187 It’s All Your Fault
- In the car, Ford Bannister sat with a stormy face. The low-pressure gloom on him crashed down, making the already cramped space feel even more suffocating.
- Elena Lundberg had no clue why Ford’s mood flipped out of nowhere. She lifted her head halfway and forced a smile onto her face. “Ford, I’m really happy today. Thanks for the necklace.”
- “Good if you like it.”