You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 55 The Meeting of Love Enemies

"Where?" He raised his eyes and frowned slightly. His words naturally flowed out from his lips.

"Go to Sykes's room. The suitcase is still with him. I'll be back soon."

Before he could say anything, Harriet Smith walked out of the room with the glass in her hand.

Beau Wright glanced at her back, and his narrowed eyes gradually darkened.

In the other room.

Sykes Wright leaned against the edge of the bed and didn't feel sleepy at all. The faint orange

fragrance that belonged to her was still flowing in his breath. It was so fresh and fragrant.

Then, her white face appeared in his mind, and the breath from her red lips sprayed on his neck, hot

and itchy.

At the age of 20, he was at the age of vitality.

Raising his hand, he knocked his head hard. She was his sister-in-law. How could he have such a

despicable idea!

While he was still upset, the door was suddenly pushed open and Harriet Smith walked in.

When he looked over, he was so scared that he almost fell off the bed. He didn't dare to look into her

eyes.

"Still awake?" She did not notice his strangeness and just said, "I saw the door open, so I pushed it and

walked in. Did I disturb you?"

"No... no..." Sykes Wright couldn't help but stammer a little. She probably didn't see what had

happened just now, he guessed.

"I'll come and get the suitcase." She pointed at the suitcase and seemed to think of something. She

paused and said, "By the way, Sykes, how old is aunt?"

She had always been curious about this question.

"Thirty-one years old, one year older than Beau, but Mary was adopted."

At these words, Harriet's brow furrowed, there was such truth behind it, she was a little surprised and

stunned: "Adopted?

"Yes." He didn't hide anything from her. He felt that it was better for her to know some things.

Harriet nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She said, "It's getting late. Have a rest. Good night."

When she was about to walk out of the room, Sykes suddenly asked, "Have you fallen in love with

him?"

She stopped in her tracks and stood where she was.

"If you said that you chose to marry my brother for the sake of the child, what about now?"

Turning around, she smiled and said grumpily, "Why do you know so much? Go to sleep. Good night."

After that, she closed the door and left.

When she returned to her room, she saw that Beau was still awake. The quilt was covering his waist

and abdomen, and his upper body was leaning against the bed.

When he saw her come in, his eyes darkened and his thin lips twitched. "Is Sykes asleep?"

"Not yet. I'll pack my luggage first."

As she spoke, she squatted on the ground and opened the suitcase. In fact, she didn't bring anything

with her, just a few thick clothes.

Beau glanced at her. After she left just now, he was not sleepy at all. At this time, hearing the rustling

sound, he closed his half-closed eyes and pretended to sleep.

After tidying up the suitcase, there was no sound behind her. She turned around in surprise, only to find

that he was already asleep.

Glancing at the edge of the bed, she accidentally saw his clothes there. Her eyes moved slightly. She

walked over lightly, picked up his clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Fortunately, there was no hot water in the bathroom, but there was plenty of cold water

She turn on the tap, fill the basin with water, and put his coat, shirt and trousers in. Sprinkle with

washing powder and rub gently by hand

The water was a little cold. When her hand was put in, it almost froze. But as time went by, it eased a

lot.

There was a washing machine beside her. It took her a long time to shake the water out of the clothes.

Because the coat was heavy, otherwise, the clothes would still be wet tomorrow morning.

After tidying up everything, she went to bed.

She was worried that the quilt would be cold without heating, but she thought too much. His body was

like a stove, warming up the quilt.

She had spent a whole day on the road and was still carsickness. Now she was lying on the bed. She

was sleepy and soon fell asleep.

In the quiet room, only the faint breathing of the two of them was drifting and lingering...

The next morning.

Beau woke up first. He narrowed his eyes and saw the woman in his arms.

She seemed to be very cold. Her body shrank into a ball, but she instinctively snuggled close to his

side. Her hands were even holding his waist, and her cheeks were white and red, with a faint smile at

the corner of her mouth.

Raising his eyebrows, he slightly raised his thin lips, took her hands away, and got out of bed.

At first glance, he saw the clothes hanging on the balcony fluttering with the cold wind.

Stepped over, he took off his clothes. The clothes were not wet at all. They were fresh and clean,

emitting a faint fragrance.

Beau's eyes moved slightly, and his expression softened. The curve of his thin lips also widened.

Harriet was woken up by freezing. As she fell asleep, the blanket became colder and colder. When she

opened her eyes, the man next to her was gone.

She propped herself up from the bed and put on her clothes. She washed her face and brushed her

teeth with cold water. In an instant, she woke up from the cold completely.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw the man sitting on the table with two buckets of instant

noodles in front of him. When he saw her coming out, he raised his eyes, tapped the table, and opened

his thin lips. "Have breakfast..."

She sat down and looked at him as he ate slowly and elegantly.

She shrugged her shoulders. She had never thought that he would eat instant noodles.

Sensing her stare, he looked up at her and said in a low voice, "Don't you want to eat instant noodles?

There's nothing else to eat here, just make do with it..."

It was a strange and touching feeling when he said those words.

Sitting up straight, Harriet shook her head and said with a chuckle, "I thought it was Mr. Wright who was

not used to eating instant noodles."

"It's not bad to change the diet..." He raised his eyebrows and drank up the noodle soup. His thin lips

had been stained with a little noodle soup, but they were indescribably sexy.

After breakfast, the two of them went to the hospital. Sykes was already in the ward, talking and

laughing, which made Mary laugh.

"It's good that Harriet is here with me alone. You can do your business." Mary said gently, "They need

help now. It's useless for so many of you to stay here. "

At her words, Beau gave a light response and his eyes fell on Harriet: "Call if you need anything. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"I see." Harriet nodded.

After they left, there were only two people left in the room. At this moment, the atmosphere was a little

awkward and silent.

After all, Harriet and Mary had only met a few times and had not talked to each other for a long time. It

was normal for them to feel embarrassed.