You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 33 I Still Have a Strange Feeling

“……” Harriet Smith was silent. Was this what a person should say?

However, Grace George's attention seemed to be attracted by something. A dark light flashed in her

eyes, and she stared at Harriet Smith deeply!

No one knew what she was thinking... In fact, sometimes women talked about more open topics than

men.

Besides, with a woman like Lavinia George, the topic couldn't drop at all.

However, from beginning to end, Grace George did not say anything, and her expression and eyes

were very gloomy.

After a long time, it was getting darker and darker. After Lavinia George received a call, she picked up

the red fur coat on the sofa and left.

Beau Wright, Arthur Andrew, and Calvin George also walked into the room after playing billiards.

With a suit jacket hanging on his arm, Kayson George took Senya in his arms and said goodbye.

Arthur Andrew narrowed his charming eyes as if he was looking for someone. Beau Wright beside him

narrowed his eyes and glanced at him a few more times.

Several people left one after another. Grace George did not look at Beau Wright, whose eyes were too

scary. She did not dare to look at him, especially after that thing.

"Harriet, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving now!" As soon as she finished speaking, she

quickly stopped a taxi without waiting for Harriet Smith to respond.

By the time Harriet Smith came to her senses, the taxi had already disappeared from her sight.

She frowned slightly. Something was wrong with Grace George tonight. Grace George was always

absent-minded. Harriet Smith felt that it must be because Calvin George was taken away.

The black Land Rover moved forward in the night, and white snowflakes fell from the sky.

After hesitating for a while, Harriet Smith asked slowly, "Have you seen Miss George's younger

brother?"

"Yes..." Beau Wright's eyes moved slightly. He knew what she was going to say next, he raised his

handsome eyebrows but said nothing.

"Well... he was taken away... Can you help him out?" She squeezed her hands together slightly.

As her gaze fell on him, Beau Wright's thin lips twitched and he said in a low voice, "I'm a

businessman. I pay attention to profit in everything. What will you give me for it? “

After thinking for a while, Harriet Smith replied cautiously, "You can ask for things that I can do, and you

can't make outrageous requests!"

In the end, she raised her eyebrows angrily and said, "Profiteer!"

After a few seconds of silence, Beau Wright said with a low laugh, "Well, all business people are

profiteers."

“……” Harriet Smith's eyes twitched uncontrollably. Beau Wright felt that it was a matter of course.

"You have a deep relationship with Miss George?" After a while, Beau Wright said casually.

Harriet Smith was a little confused why he suddenly mentioned this, but she still said honestly, "It's very

deep. What's wrong?"

With those words, he turned the steering wheel to the left and drove into the gas station. His eyes

flickered with a deep meaning. "How much do you know about her?"

After thinking for a while, Harriet Smith said seriously, "Our relationship is taller than the mountains and

deeper than the oceans!"

Beau Wright's long and narrow eyes looked up, and his thin lips curled up. But when he inadvertently

glanced at the employees who came to him, his eyes became deep and then slowly narrowed.

Harriet Smith followed his line of sight and looked over curiously. Then, she froze on the spot.

It turned out to be Sykes Wright!

He was a handsome but somewhat unrestrained young man!

At this time, he was wearing a uniform and walking over in the snow. He was a little mature and a little

steady, which made him look less young.

"Hello, sir. Should I fill it up?" He said. His handsome face was slightly blue from the cold weather.

When the car window rolled down and the familiar face came into view, Sykes Wright froze slightly.

"Beau..."

When he saw the surprised Harriet Smith, he took a few deep looks at her but said nothing.

He didn't want to call her ... © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

However, this small move had been all down in Beau Wright's eyes. His eyes moved slightly, and he

pulled his thin lips and said, "Why don't you greet with my wife?"

The light in Sykes Wright's eyes dimmed a little. In a place where the two of them could not see, the

hand hanging by his side tightened slightly and he said, "Mrs. Wright."

Harriet Smith answered, but she was still not used to it. Just as she was about to speak, Beau Wright's

deep voice came out. "You should give me an explanation for your current situation..."

"I'm earning money. Anyway, I have nothing to do in the House of Wright, and I don't want to be

disturbed by Mrs. Brown every day."

With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Sykes Wright stretched out his hand and brushed off the

snowflakes falling on his hair. With a smile, he became as unrestrained as usual.

"Beau, I'll fill you up with oil, but you have to pay for the oil. It's my first day at work, so I can't make a

loss business!"

Beau Wright narrowed his deep eyes. He glanced at Sykes and said in a faint voice, "Since it's your

decision, it's up to you."

"Beau is indeed reasonable. You have lived up to my expectations." With a ruffian's look, Sykes

Wright's mouth curled up.

"Go back to the House of Wright at night?" Beau Wright tilted his long body slightly and handed the

money out of the window.

"I won't go back tonight and I will go back in two days. Beau, I have something to tell you."

All of a sudden, something seemed to have occurred to Sykes Wright, and his words came to an abrupt

end. He looked at Harriet Smith a few times and didn't say anything else.

Beau Wright frowned and tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingers. "What's the matter?"

"No... nothing... Beau, be careful on the way." Shaking his head, he waved his hand to say goodbye.

Harriet Smith blinked her eyes in confusion. She always felt that he had something to say, but he didn't.

Was she thinking too much?

It wasn't until the black car disappeared from his sight that he slowly withdrew his gaze and exhaled.

His aunt had come back. He had seen her today, and Beau must not know it. He did not know that aunt

had come back. It seemed that aunt must not have told him!

Just now, he wanted to tell Beau, but in front of her...

Let Beau find out this matter. The only thing he could do was to protect Harriet and wait!

At six o'clock the next morning.

Before dawn, the door of the room was banged before Harriet Smith could wake up.

Unable to resist the noise, her eyes slowly narrowed into a gap. At a glance, she saw the man's firm

and smooth chest.

Looking down again, her legs were still wrapped around his strong waist like vines, tightly clinging to

him.

All of a sudden, she was awake. With a red face, she quickly moved her legs away.

When did she start sleeping like this?

Fortunately, Beau Wright had not woken up yet.

After tidying up her pajamas, Harriet Smith walked over and opened the door. It was Evan Brown

standing outside.

She was a little stunned. When she came back to her senses, she immediately stood upright and

raised her head and chest. Then she said, "Mr. Brown."