You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 65 They Seem to Be on a Date

Henry Smith and Sophia Scott were both there. The only one missing was Vera Brion.

"Where is she?" Harriet Smith frowned slightly. "Could it be that she has a recurrence of an old illness?"

"She went shopping. Since that day, she has never been to the casino again." This was the only thing

that Sophia Scott felt gratified about.

Hearing this, she nodded and looked unusually serious. "You can sound the alarm for her in usual and

tell her that I am absolutely serious, not a joke. She should as good as her words and keep cautious so

that she won't do it again."

"In our Family, You're the one she's most afraid of right now. You can do whatever you want." Henry

Smith sighed helplessly.

Sophia also sighed softly. "No matter who she is afraid of, as long as there is someone she is afraid of.

You must not have eaten lunch yet, I will go make lunch and we have dumplings for lunch."

"What kind of stuffed dumplings?"

"It's stuffed with vegetables and pork."

"Then I'll go pick out some vegetables."

The three of them divided the work, and in just a few moments, they had made a plate of dumplings,

brought them to the boil, and put them in the pot.

As she ate the dumplings, Sophia Scott spoke up, "Since you have been pregnant for two months. Do

you have any morning sickness?"

"It's not a big deal, just a little sleepy and vomiting."

"Those are all normal reactions. Is it serious? How many times can you throw up a day?"

After thinking for a while, Harriet Smith said, "It's not serious, it's just once a day, and the vomiting isn't

bad."

"That's good. The child is very obedient. It seems that he didn't torture you much. This is a good thing, RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

and you can rest assured in the future. Where is Beau?"

"He went to work at the company."

"So, how's your relationship?"

"Not bad." Harriet Smith replied casually.

Sophia Scott was still worried. "It's indeed a problem that the marriage is not suitable. How does Mrs.

Wright treat you?"

Harriet Smith said. "It's good."

"If you don't tell the truth, I don't know the truth, but I'll tell you this, don't take it, as long as we're

reasonable, we won't take anyone's words, we can't let them look down on us, Gave them an inch and

they want a yard, are you clear?"

"Okay, I see." She knew that her mother was afraid that she would be bullied.

While watching TV, Vera Brion came back, much more restrained than before.

However, she asked curiously, “Do you have any plans with your husband?"

Harriet Smith looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Vera blinked mysteriously and fiddled with her newly-formed nails. "When I passed by the flower shop

just now, I accidentally saw Beau picking flowers inside. Does he want to give you a surprise?"

Harriet Smith frowned slightly. She didn't say anything but was full of curiosity. She couldn't help but

guess.

"Is he picking flowers in a flower shop?"

Who was he going to give the flowers to?

Vera Brion spoke in admiration. "It's romantic. It's too romantic!"

Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Harriet Smith had an appointment to go

to the concert with Sykes at eight o'clock, so she had enough time to go back and change.

Taking a coat from the House of Wright, she rushed to the place where she had made an appointment

with Sykes in advance, the opera house in Tranton.

He had been waiting outside the opera house for a long time. His handsome face was a little pale, but it

didn't affect his handsome appearance at all.

Because of his age, he lacked the temperament of a mature man, cleaner, and more mature than his

age.

At a glance, Harriet Smith saw Sykes Wright standing in the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

Walking slowly over to him, she noticed that his fingers were slightly red from the cold, she sighed and

took the gloves out of her bag and handed them over, "Put them on."

"Keep it?" A look of joy appeared on his face.

"This is a glove made by myself. It will be naturally kept. Put it on quickly. How long have you been

waiting?"

"Not long after, I just arrived."

In fact, Harriet Smith only looked at his frozen face and knew how long he had been here in advance.

She just didn't want to reveal him.

The ticket was in a booth on the second floor.

Sitting on the sofa in the booth, they could see everything on the stage clearly.

The concert started just after 8.30. She has always been good at Chopin and today was no exception.

All the famous Chopin pieces were played here.

Passionate, free-flowing, these pent-up emotions seem to pour out of one's heart with the wild music.

Good music can be soothing, gentle in its soft tones, uplifting, and relaxing in its wildness.

She liked to relax in such music and hand over her to it.

Sometimes, listening to piano music was actually a kind of venting.

She was absorbed in the music, and Sykes Wright's gaze was fixed on her for a moment, and he also

liked the way she was absorbed.

It was a kind of happiness and a kind of extravagant hope to stay with her so quietly...

The performance was carried out very quickly, and in an instant, it came to an end.

Harriet Smith was watching the music, while Sykes Wright was watching her.

At the end of the performance, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. The audience in the

stands left one after another.

In the booth, Harriet Smith also got up and walked out of the room side by side with Sykes Wright.

They walked forward together.

It was the first time she came to the booth of the Opera House in Tranton. She used to sit in the

audience, and if she was unlucky enough to be in a dead-end or a corner, she couldn't see anything

but listen.

She had a great time watching and listening to her favorite idol after all!

She walked to the left and looked up. When she inadvertently glanced at the booth next to her, she was

stunned like a stiff stone.

Through the door of the booth, she faintly saw two familiar people, Beau Wright and Mary Wright.

Mary Wright was sitting on the sofa, while Beau Wright was leaning against the sofa. His eyes

narrowed, and his handsome face was a little gloomy.

They were talking, but she was too far away to hear them clearly.

However, there was clearly a bouquet of white lilies on the table in the booth.

Vera Brion said that she had accidentally seen him go to the flower shop today, and this bunch of white

lilies should be the bouquet he had chosen.

But she didn't expect that she would see this scene.

It's impossible not to feel ridiculous that such a chance encounter could happen in such Tranton.

"What are you looking at, Miss. Smith?" He looked curiously at Harriet Smith, who had suddenly

stopped moving forward.

She quickly came back to her senses and looked away. She calmed down and said, "Nothing. It's very

late. Let's go."

Without any doubt, Sykes Wright nodded. Seemingly thinking of something, he turned around and

walked up to her.