You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 38 This Is the First Time I Have heard of This

After being stunned for a moment, he remembered that he had forgotten to change his clothes. Sykes

Wright said, "Is he so handsome that you can't even move your eyes away?"

"The oil stains are still on your clothes. Get changed ." Lainey Brown did not think much about it and

just said so.

Turning back to Lainey Brown, Sykes Wright winked at Mary Wright, telling her not to tell the truth.

Mary Wright naturally understood what he meant. She nodded, waved her hand, and motioned for him

to go upstairs to change clothes as soon as possible.

"Mary, didn't you say you would bring your fiance back to the House of Wright?" Lainey Brown picked

up the fish soup and took a few sips.

"The work there is not over yet. you will definitely see him. Otherwise, let's look at his photo first. Do

you want to see it?"

Mary Wright looked up at Lainey Brown while she was filling the soup.

Lainey Brown smiled and said, "Sure, since you can win your heart, he must be handsome."

" He was not very handsome. He just like an ordinary person with two eyes and one mouth."

As he spoke, Mary Wright took out his phone. On the screen of the phone was a man holding her

shoulder and standing under the tree.

The man is quite strong with a chiseled face and bright eyes. He looked very modest and gentle.

"He indeed is a great man. Mary has always had good taste. Beau, you should learn more like your

aunt." Lainey Brown deliberately handed over the phone, wanting to gauge his reaction.

Beau Wright's expression was indifferent. His eyes fell on the screen, and he looked at it a few times.

Then he said, "Not bad."

"I think so." Lainey Brown smiled as if she had thought of something. She looked at Harriet Smith with

an unusually serious expression and asked, "What are that news about?"

Harriet Smith tried her best to make sure that she didn't make any mistakes. But the topic finally fell on

her. She was slightly stunned. Just as she was about to say something, the low voice said, "I've already

started investigating that matter..."

Hearing this, Lainey Brown glanced at Mary Wright and said, "I hope that the truth is not as it is on TV."

These words were obviously said for her, and her heart was as clear as a mirror.

However, Vera Brion did not care about the atmosphere at the dining table. She said, "It seems to be

very late. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Don't you have something important to do tonight?" Harriet Smith couldn't help getting angry.

"Who said I have something important to do? It's snowing. There's no taxi here. Can't I stay for one

night?"

She had already said that. If Harriet Smith refused again, it would be unpleasant to hear.

Lainey Brown hated that others talked behind, so she immediately asked the servants to prepare the

room.

After dinner, Lainey Brown went straight to the second floor. There were too many people she didn't

want to see in the living room, such as Vera Brion, Harriet Smith, and Mary Wright.

At the dining table, she had been trying to observe Mary Wright and Beau, but their performance

seemed normal and nothing unusual.

Although he was her son, Beau's mind was so deep that she didn't guess from beginning to end.

Therefore, she still could not worry.

Harriet Smith didn't want to stay with Vera Brion. Because she didn't feel well, she could only walk

slowly to the second floor.

Beau Wright strode forward and carried her upstairs as he did in the hospital.

In the living room, Mary Wright seemed to glance at them, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

After greeting Vera Brion, she returned to her room.

As a result, there was only Vera Brion left in the living room. Her legs were crossed. There was coffee

and a plate of fresh fruit in front of her as if she were the owner of this house.

In the room.

Harriet Smith sat on the bed, thinking about the news. When she inadvertently glanced at the man on

the sofa, she was attracted.

The man's sweater was slightly rolled up, which showed his arms were strong. He is reviewing the

company's documents, holding the left hand of the pen, capably and decisively.

After such a long time, she realized that he had been using his left hand all the time, and it was still so

charming.

"Have you seen enough? Mrs. Wright..." He raised his eyebrows but did not lookup.

After being caught, Harriet Smith coughed lightly and said, "I feel that something is wrong. It's about the

news headlines."

"Continue..." Beau Wright raised his voice and motioned for her to continue.

"I feel that someone is deliberately targeting me, and he is an acquaintance of mine." She said her own

reasoning.

It was impossible for a stranger to frame her for no reason.

Moreover, whether it was the photos taken during the press conference or the video of the bar, if it were

not for the people around her, how could they be taken? Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Thinking of this, she suddenly slapped her thigh. "Is it Mrs. John Brown?"

He raised his head and glanced at her. "The reason?"

"Mrs. John Brown went to school twice and happened to meet Director John who bought coffee for me.

She must be angry, so she hired someone to follow me, took photos of those videos, and then send

them to the TV station. She carefully recalled what happened around her and thought that this was the

most reasonable reason."

Beau Wright's lips curled into a smile as he said meaningfully, "It looks like the most reasonable

reason, but it's often the most unreal..."

Harriet Smith keenly grasped the key point. "If you have something to say, why don't you tell me?"

"The investigation results will come out tomorrow..." As he spoke, the pen in his hand moved again.

Obviously, he didn't want to have a deep talk with her, so she looked at him a little grumpily.

After a hard day, she was really sleepy now. She lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and snorted softly,

"Mr. Wright, good night."

Her soft voice was like a feather brushing past. He stared at her slender back and said in a deep voice,

"Good night..."

After a long time, the room became quiet, and only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.

Harriet Smith seemed to have fallen asleep on the bed. Her breathing was light and her snores soft.

Putting down the pen, Beau Wright's big hand with distinct joints fell on his forehead, and then stood up

in front of the French window.

It is dark, and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the ground with a layer of snow.

His eyes were as deep as the night outside the window. They were black, but no matter how hard to try,

no one could not see through them.

After a long time, he took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke lingered and drifted up, making his left

eye half-closed.

"Mary..."

Thinking of many times, he finally floated out her name...

His thought was like a black fog that could not be seen through and could not be guessed.

The next morning.

Harriet Smith opened her eyes and took the phone from the bedside. It was seven o'clock.

The other side of the bed was empty. She touched it. It was cold. Obviously, he had left for a while.

She stretched herself and got up. Compared to yesterday, her abdomen was much better, and the pain

had disappeared.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she walked out of the bathroom. The door was open

and a man came in, still wearing casual sportswear.

"Good morning, Mr. Wright." Harriet Smith greeted him with a smile.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Beau Wright frowned slightly and raised his head. "Good morning,

wait for me for five minutes..."

After that, he strode into the bathroom.

About five minutes later, Beau Wright came out. His well-cut suit wrapped around his tall and straight

figure. He was handsome and noble. "Let's go."

Harriet Smith was slightly stunned. "Where are we going?"

Seeing her confused look, Beau Wright lowered his voice a little. "The investigation results came out

today..."

So fast? She was shocked, but she was very curious to know who was behind this!

As the black Land Rover drove forward, Harriet Smith's gaze fell on the window and she looked bored.

Suddenly, she frowned and stared at some familiar pedestrians on the side of the road. She said, "Isn't

that... aunt?"

Without saying anything, Beau Wright glanced over. The car stopped by the roadside.

Being blocked, Mary Wright was forced to stop. She looked up with a gentle smile and said, "Harriet,

Beau, good morning."

"Aunt, where are you going?"

"Go to the municipal government to get some information."

"Just along the way. Aunt, let's go together." Harriet Smith opened the car door politely.

In the car, Mary Wright sat in the back seat. On the way, the three of them did not speak, and they were

all silent.

When they passed by a restaurant, Harriet Smith asked her to stop the car. She hadn't eaten anything

in the morning, so she was really hungry now.

Mary Wright smiled and said, "I'm sure you haven't had breakfast yet. Let's go together."

The environment of the restaurant was quiet. The music flowed slowly, feeling comfort.

She ordered milk, fried dough sticks, strawberry sauce, and buns.

Mary Wright ordered a glass of juice and freshly baked bread.

She looked over and saw that he had only taken a bowl of porridge. He ate elegantly and slowly.

A man only ate so little.

Frowning, she handed the fries over and pushed them in front of him. Before she could say anything,

Mary Wright said, "He never likes fried food."

"I see." Harriet Smith handed over the buns again.

"He doesn't like onions." Mary Wright spoke again.

"Where are the carrots? You don't like it, either?"

"He still doesn't like to eat carrots..."

Hearing this, Harriet Smith glanced at Beau Wright, raised her eyebrows, and said, "How can a man be

so picky?"

Mary Wright explained with a smile, "Everyone has their own taste. That's normal."

Beau Wright didn't seem to hear their conversation. He glanced at the food in front of Harriet Smith,

bent his slender fingers, and knocked on the table. "Eat..."

"Are we in a hurry?"

"Why do you ask?" He raised his eyebrows. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at Mary

Wright.

"Haven't you heard that it's very impolite to urge others to eat quickly ?"

His thin lips curled up slightly. He was a little curious. "It's the first time I've heard it, but who said this?"

Harriet Smith thought carefully for a moment. Not only did she not think about it, but she also

suppressed her blush. She coughed awkwardly and then calmed down. She didn't say anything else

and just ate breakfast quietly.