You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 93 Mr. Wright, Can You Go out?

Harriet Smith sighed softly and said, "You can get rid of a fishbone by drinking more vinegar. But what

do you need to drink to get rid of your worries?"

"I don't know, but the only thing I know is that as long as I can get rid of that thing, I can drink anything.

Come and drink alcohol with me."

"It's his birthday today, and I can't leave now. When it's over, I'll come, okay?"

She patiently and softly coaxed Senya as if she were coaxing a child.

Although Senya felt uncomfortable at this time, she was also a reasonable person. She nodded and

said, "Okay, you can celebrate his birthday with him first."

Hanging up the phone, Harriet Smith let out a long sigh of relief. She could feel Senya's sadness, but

what could she do to help her?

After sinking her mind a little, she looked at the restaurant and then walked to the bathroom.

As long as she went into the restaurant, her mood would definitely be tense again. She wanted to let

herself relax for a while, and she just happened to be having urgent urination.

Walking into the bathroom, she stepped in and put one hand on the bathroom door. When she was

about to push it open, the sound of conversation came out.

She stood still and listened carefully. The voice that she was familiar with immediately made her stiff

like a stone.

The conversation was between a man and a woman, the woman was Mary Wright, and the man was

Beau Wright...

Feeling a little cold all over, she held her breath and did not move forward or make any sound. Instead,

she stood there and looked in through the gap between the door pages.

Mary and Beau stood face to face for a distance of one step.

"What's the matter? Why keep silent now?" Beau stared at her and asked in a deep voice.

Mary looked hesitative. Finally she closed her eyes and slowly opened them after a long time. "Do you

know how long it took me to find a suitable gift?"

"I don't know, but I know that I have the right to deal with the gift, don't I?"

Hearing this, Mary's face froze, and said in a bitter voice. "You were not like this before. As long as it

was a gift from me, you would take it preciously."

Beau raised his eyebrows and said calmly. "As you said, it was three years ago, and now three years

had passed. Do you understand?"

The difference was three years. Mary smiled and said, "Yes, it's been three years. You're no longer who

you used to be."

Beau sneered. He stared at her and said seriously, "Mary, who changed, you or I, huh?"

"We have all changed. Time and reality have the power, and have changed people so much. Both of us

are no longer the same as before. However, I am reckless. Please leave..."

"Mary, you're really good. How many times do you think you have the right to order me?"

The word coming out of his mouth was as cold as ice, as if it was going to freeze her to death. After

looking at her coldly,

Beau turned around and went straight out.

"How many times do you think you have the right to order me?"

This sentence made Mary really panic. She stepped forward, put her hands around his waist from

behind tightly.

She had witnessed the interaction between him and Harriet.

That was why she panicked. She was afraid that he would really fall in love with Harriet and would

never turn back to her.

Beau suddenly stopped when he was hugged from behind. He said indifferently. "Mary, what kind of

feelings and mood do you have as you hug me now, huh?"

"I don't know. I don't even know myself. I want to be with you, but I have my own difficulties!"

Mary's weakness was finally revealed. She shook her head in pain and struggle.

Turning around, Beau pushed her away with both hands and pinched her shoulder hard. Their eyes

met, but he softened his voice a little. "What difficulties? Tell me? I'm here."

"I'm here..."

It was a simple sentence, but it was a promise indeed.

His eyes were deep, as if he could handle everything. As long as he was there, nothing should be

worried about!

She was deeply absorbed by his gaze and could not extricate herself from it!

She wanted to say all the things in her heart at all costs, but she had some scruples about the

consequences. She hesitated and was uncertain.

She wanted to fly into the fire, but had to worry about the consequence. Two contradictory and intense

emotions intertwined in her heart which made her go crazy.

"I can't say it, but I do have my reasons."

Mary kept shaking her head. She couldn't look into his eyes anymore. She was afraid that she couldn't

help it anymore and said the truth. "But I know I love you deeply."

She could no longer bear this love anymore. She wanted to say it out!

Just as she was about to say something, Beau heard a slight noise coming from outside the door. His

deep eyes immediately narrowed. "Come out!"

Hearing this, Mary trembled slightly. She couldn't imagine what would happen if it was Lainey standing

outside the door...

Knowing her panic, Beau wrapped around her shoulder with his hands, holding her in his arms, trying

to comfort her.

However, it was not Lainey but who pushed the door open and came in.

Mary relaxed instantly. She leaned into Beau's arms, panting slightly.

Beau narrowed his eyes when he saw Harriet. Nobody could tell what he was thinking.

However, he held Mary tighter, as if he was going to crush her. In an instant, his mood fluctuated

violently.

Mary felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, but she gritted her teeth and dare not make a sound.

On this occasion, it was not suitable to make a sound.

Looking at the scene in front of her quietly, Harriet wanted to cry and laugh. She felt that it was ironic

and funny.

Her husband held another woman in his arms and talked with her softly, but she stood there like a

bystander.

The pain and bitterness in her heart seemed to cover her. She clenched her fist so tightly that her nails

pierced her palm, the pain spread through her body.

For a moment, no one spoke. The tense and suffocating atmosphere slowly flowed around...

In the end, Harriet opened her mouth first. She looked calm and said in an indifferent and cold voice,

"Mr. Wright, this is the ladies' room. Can you go out first? I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom."Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.