Chapter 187

Giselle didn't expect to meet Ben. She was a little surprised, but she turned her face away expressionlessly after a while, took out a piece of paper, and wiped her hands carefully. Ben did the same thing. He didn't look at Giselle, but his lips twitched in the mirror. "It seems that you're very happy to marry Maverick." How ironic. Giselle gripped the tissue in her hand tightly. Ever since that year when Ben had rushed back from abroad and discovered that she and Prestin were together, his eyes and tone would always be like this when he saw her. Her red lips tightened. Ben let out a soft cry. It was this sound that caused Giselle's expression to change. She threw the piece of tissue in her hand onto Ben's body. "What does it have to do with you?" Giselle looked at him indignantly. "What right do you have to judge me? It's none of your business whether I'm happy or not. Why are you so meddlesome?" Why should she endure Ben's contempt and sarcasm?! The tissue fell to the ground. Ben nar