C805 He Is Angry

He's angry

Henry Wilson was driving the car, waiting for a traffic light. His gloomy eyes were staring straight ahead, but his mind was still in a mess. His handsome face was gloomy, and his beautiful lips were pursed into a thin line.

He thought about it carefully. Was he really at ease leaving Yasmin Anderson alone at home during this sensitive period?

The more Henry Wilson thought about it