C445 There Was a Fight

I stood up and grabbed him by the collar.

This question has been bothering me for a year. I really want to know why. Every time I see Michael, I want to ask this question, but I can't say it. I don't want him to know that I haven't forgotten him until now.

"Anna, you drank too much. I'm not Michael, I'm Devine."

Devine took my hand away from his collar and reminded her in a cold tone