You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 67 You Have No Right to Ask About Me

"In the future, if you don't consider who you love, then don't provoke me casually. Do you understand?

Go back to House of Wright!"

Mary Wright had not calmed down yet. "I have to go..."

However, before she could finish her words, Beau Wright interrupted her coldly. "Two o'clock in the

morning, a woman. Where are you still thinking about going? Get in the car!"

Sitting on the black Land Rover, the two of them were speechless. Only the dead and awkward

atmosphere flowed in the air.

Mary Wright looked out of the window quietly, holding the lilies in her arms. She was unwilling to lose

this bunch of lilies.

When she heard her brother's words and saw how intimate he was with Harriet Smith, she was deeply

stimulated and her heart wavered.

However, when she saw Lainey Brown, those wavering thoughts slowly dissipated.

It was undeniable that she was indeed a little afraid of Lainey Brown.

Therefore, she was entangled and so miserable!

When she saw how intimate he was with Daniel Smith, she wanted to throw herself at him at all costs.

However, when she saw Lainey Brown again, she gradually regretted it.

It was difficult to choose moving forward or moving back.

Through the huge French window, two bright beams of light came in, which was very dazzling.

She could not bear it anymore and closed her eyes slightly. Then, she looked away and reached out to NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

lift the gauze off the window.

She could clearly see that he got out of the car first, but went forward without looking back.

Mary Wright walked behind him, holding a bunch of white lilies in her arms, which was the one she

saw.

Mary Wright walked very slowly, but his eyes were fixed on his back. No one knew what she was

thinking.

Her heart hurt slightly. Harriet Smith took a deep breath, turned around, and sat back on the sofa.

After a while, the door of the room was pushed open. Beau Wright strode in, and his handsome face

was a little gloomy.

He was wearing a black coat, which made his body look more straight and strong. He had a broad

shoulder, a narrow butt, and long legs. He did have the capital to confuse women.

With a smile, she pretended not to know anything and said, "Mr. Wright, why did you come back so

late?"

Hearing this, Beau Wright raised his eyes slightly and looked at her on the sofa. He frowned and said,

"You haven't slept yet?"

"I just came back. I went to the Opera House with Sykes tonight to watch the piano performance. It was

finished just now."

As she spoke, she stared at his handsome face without blinking. She wanted to see something from it,

but she was very disappointed.

His expression was too deep, like an endless vortex. There was only calmness. She couldn't see

anything.

"In the future, come back to House of Wright before 10 o'clock at night. If you have time to go to the

concert with Sykes, you might as well help him review his homework in House of Wright."

His deep voice was full of displeasure. His handsome eyebrows were furrowed, but he was more

dissatisfied.

As he spoke, he took off his black coat and placed it aside.

Harriet Smith just smiled and said, "Where did Mr. Wright go? Why did he come back so late? It's two

o'clock in the morning."

He moved slightly, and a dark light flashed through his eyes so quickly that no one could catch it. His

thin lips twitched, and he subconsciously spat out a few words, "Sign a contract..."

"Sign a contract? Are you signing it in the private room of the Opera House? Why did you go with

aunt?"

She deliberately pretended to be puzzled and spat out a series of questions coldly. Then, she looked at

him calmly.

She wanted to see how Mr. Wright would justify himself!

"Sign a contract? Is he lying?"

Hearing this, Beau Wright turned his eyes, and Harriet Smith's eyes met his.

He slowly narrowed his deep eyes and looked at her without saying a word.

From her dark pupils, Harriet Smith could clearly see her shrinking figure. It was so small that it was

gathered in it.

There was indescribable oppression in her eyes, but she looked calm and even smiled faintly.

"Mr. Wright, you don't have to think too much about it. I'm just a few steps away from your private room.

When I left, I happened to see a bunch of lilies on the table."

She described what she had seen clearly, without missing any details.

"What exactly do you want to say, Mrs. Wright..." Beau Wright looked at her with deep eyes, pulled his

thin lips, and said slowly.

Harriet Smith picked up the glass of water on the table and warmed her slightly cold hands. She said,

"There's one thing that Mr. Wright probably doesn't know. I know that aunt had a relationship with you

three years ago."

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and stared at her. "Mrs. Wright, how many things are

there that I don't know?"

"No, that's all. I got this by chance. I didn't mean to dig up Mr. Wright's private affairs. I don't have such

a habit."

Harriet Smith spoke very slowly and clearly.

"You found out by accident? Isn't Mrs. Wright's coincidence too coincidental?" He frowned.

"Is Mr. Wright questioning me now?" She smiled and said, "Yes, I feel that such a thing is too

coincidental, but this is indeed a fact. As a teacher, I still have some moral guarantee."

Beau Wright's voice became indifferent. "So what if you know this?"

She unconsciously clenched the glass in her hand. Although Harriet Smith was hurt by his tone, she

still raised her head and puffed out her chest.

"I want to know what the relationship between you and my aunt is. When you were in Washington, did

you get the news that she had an accident, so you left me on the roadside and returned to Butte

County overnight?"

After looking at her quietly for a while, his dark eyes became darker, like the night. Then, he said,

"What does it have to do with you?"

What does it have to do with you?

Such a short sentence made Harriet Smith feel as if her heart had been stabbed by something. Dense

pain spread all over her body.

"I'm Mrs. Wright. Tell me, what does this have to do with me?"

"There are some things that Mrs. Wright has forgotten..." Beau Wright opened his thin lips, and his

deep voice came out of them. "What was the reason we chose to get married?"

“……” She was stunned and said nothing.

"At that time, you chose to marry me because you wanted to keep the baby in your belly. Mrs. Wright

was just you earned the title by trading. As for my private affairs, you have no right to ask,

understand?" Beau Wright said.

Her heartstrings trembled. She felt that her lips were a little dry. She sneered and said, "I see, Mr.

Wright."

In the past, she had thought that Mr. Wright and Mrs. Wright were such moving and beautiful words.