You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 71 I Am Her Husband

However, before she could finish her words, Camilla Kents interrupted her. "I don't know whether there

is a misunderstanding or not, but the eyes of Peter Johns have never moved from you from beginning

to end. Ladies and gentlemen, don't you think so?"

The people at the table burst into laughter. Peter Johns looked at Harriet Smith and their faces turned

slightly redder.

If she couldn't see clearly what Peter Johns was thinking about her, then she must be stupid!

Harriet Smith opened her mouth and was about to explain when someone spoke first. "It's boring to just

drink. Let's play a game. Whoever gets the king can order the two of us to complete some instructions.

To have fun, no matter what kind of instructions, we must do it unconditionally. We don't refuse or

refuse. Everyone must follow the rules of the game. Now, let's begin."

His words were extremely fast, leaving no chance for everyone to respond.

There were more than 30 cards in total, and only one of them was the king. The rest were meaningless

cards.

It was Megan Moulton who won the first round. She said with great courage, "Winnick Miller and

Cameron George kissed for 30 seconds."

Hearing this, the people at the table cheered. Only two men's faces darkened. They braced themselves

and kissed for 30 seconds. Then they fell to the side disgustingly and quickly rinsed their mouths with

beer.

It was Camilla Kents who won the second round. Seeing her gaze, Harriet Smith had a bad feeling and

quickly reached out to pull the corner of her clothes.

But Camilla Kents didn't care about her at all. She said directly, "Two people eat apples from a

distance. The game will be finished when the apple was eaten. Otherwise, it will continue. Harriet Smith

and Peter Johns are the participants."

Since everyone cooperated so well, she could not ruin everyone's interest!

Harriet Smith had no choice but to stand up. She frowned and reminded Peter Johns in a low voice, "In

a while, I will bite the apple in one bite and not let it move. You cooperate with me. Remember to move

faster, understand?"

Peter Johns nodded, indicating that he understood.

Camilla Kents got an apple from somewhere and hung it in the air with a red line, shaking left and right.

Then, Harriet Smith and Peter Johns stood face to face. Their faces were very close and there was

only an apple between them. One could even see the pores on the other person's skin clearly.

If the apple was taken away, the two of them would...

A few figures were walking in from the entrance. Suddenly, the man leading the group halted his

footsteps and looked towards the table in the corner.

The people behind him also stopped and said in confusion, "Mr. Wright..."

Beau Wright frowned and withdrew his dark eyes. He narrowed his eyes, and the aura around him was

unusually cold.

However, his handsome face was calm. He opened his thin lips and said, "Mrs. Hanson."

"Mr. Wright." Assistant Hanson took two steps forward and stood beside him.

"Take Mr. Max and the others upstairs first. I'll deal with some things, and then I will come..."

"Yes, President. Mr. Max, this way please..."

"I said one, two, three, and then you began to bite. Do you understand?" Harriet Smith was still worried

about Peter Johns and continued to instruct him, and he nodded.

Staring at the apple, she counted softly, "One, two, three!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was ready to bite the apple hard, but unexpectedly, Camilla

Kents’ hand was faster than hers. She quickly picked up the apple.

This time, the situation was completely terrible. Harriet Smith leaned forward, and Peter Johns was

also leaning forward. They wanted to take it back but it was impossible.

When their lips were about to touch each other, a big hand was stuck in the middle of them in an

instant.

As a result, Peter Johns kissed the back of the big hand's hand firmly.

He was stunned, so was Harriet Smith. She turned to look to the left.

She saw Beau Wright standing on her left, staring at her with his deep, dark eyes, with coldness.

Her body trembled slightly, and she instantly came back to her senses. She took a few steps back and

kept a distance from Peter Johns.

Peter Johns also retreated. The expression on his face was a little distorted. He actually kissed the

back of a man's hand, but who was this man?

"Who is this?" Peter Johns spoke.

"A friend." Harriet Smith didn't even look at him.

Hearing this, Beau Wright's eyes were full of storm. He pulled her shoulder into his arms with his big

hand and looked sharply at Peter Johns. He said in a deep voice, "I am her husband..."

Peter Johns was stunned on the spot. After a long time, it did not come to its senses. She... She... Was

she married?

The students present were also shocked. They couldn't help looking in this direction.

The man was handsome and straight, noble and elegant, which instantly captured the hearts of many

female students.

Camilla Kents leaned over and asked, "Are they friends or wife and husband?"

"Friend!"

Harriet Smith answered quickly and firmly. At the same time, she struggled to get rid of his arm and

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Beau Wright's eyes turned darker and darker. He narrowed his eyes and walked past Peter Johns. He

stared at her, but did not refute. His eyes were full of dangerous storms.

"Friend, then how should we address your friend?"

"Beau Wright." His gaze was still gloomy as she spoke, as if he wanted to see through Harriet Smith.

Camilla Kents smiled and approached him. She reached out and said, "Can I shake my hand with you,

Mr. Wright?"

"Of course."

Seeing this, the other female students couldn't help getting up and trying to shake their hands.

He was elegant, gentlemanly, and graceful. Beau Wright reached out to all the female classmates and

shook hands with them one by one.

Harriet Smith acted as if she didn't see it and spoke to Peter Johns next to her.

Glancing at the two of them out of the corner of his eye, the lines on Beau Wright's face became cold

and hard.

"Since Mr. Wright is a friend of Harriet, then we are friends. Would you like to have a drink together?"

Camilla Kents invited him warmly.

Staring sharply at Harriet Smith, he raised his eyebrows, twitched his thin lips, and said, "Okay."

Hearing this, Harriet Smith frowned with dissatisfaction. She looked at him a few times. As the

president, does he have nothing to do?

Noticing the subtle change in her expression, Beau Wright's depression and frustration that had

accumulated over the past few days disappeared in an instant. Finally, he no longer felt annoyed, but

relaxed, with some joy.

"Come on, pour the wine. Let's toast together."

Everyone got up with a glass of wine in their hands and drank it all in one gulp. Finally, they all sat

down.

Beau Wright was next to Harriet Smith's left hand, and Camilla Kents was next to her right hand. Peter

Johns was sitting next to Camilla Kents.