You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 97 What Are You Doing Here?

When he just went downstairs, she was already in the kitchen, but she didn't come out.

Therefore, she had heard the conversation between him and Sykes clearly.

Harriet Smith had not returned yet...

And he seemed to be a little anxious...

Back in the room, Beau Wright was still frowning. His face was like a moonless night, dark and heavy.

"It's so late. If I don't go back to House of Wright, where can she go?"

Taking out his mobile phone, he hesitated for a moment, then squinted and called Sophia Scott. He

said in a deep voice, "Mom."

Sophia Scott seemed to have just been woken up. She said with a strong nasal voice, "Beau, what's

wrong?"

"Is Harriet home?" As he spoke, his slender fingers picked up another cigarette, put it between his

fingers, and lit it.

"No, she hasn't returned to House of Wright yet? This child is getting more and more ridiculous. It's

already two o'clock, but she hasn't returned home yet!"

Hearing this, Beau Wright said, "Maybe she has something to delay temporarily. I won't disturb your

rest. Good night."

Hanging up the phone, his pupils suddenly contracted. He called Mr. Hanson and asked him to

investigate in a low voice.

After all, she was not used to drinking. After Peter Johns helped Harriet Smith into her room, she had This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

been holding her belly and saying that it hurt.

Then, she vomited, dirtying the sofa and carpet, and gave off an unpleasant smell.

Obviously, Peter Johns had never taken care of drunken people, especially drunk women, who seemed

to be at a loss.

She patted her back awkwardly and handed the cup to her mouth to feed her some water.

After a long time, her pale face eased a little. She fell on the sofa and fell asleep again.

He didn't know why she drank so much. Peter Johns sighed softly, took her to the room, and put her on

the bed.

He looked down and saw the dirt on her clothes. He frowned and felt a little embarrassed.

She took off her jacket just now, and there was only her underwear left. If she took off her underwear

again...

Therefore, he couldn't take off his underwear. Besides, he definitely couldn't take it off!

However, it was obviously not good to let her wear dirty clothes to sleep.

After thinking for a while, Peter Johns went to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a basin in his

hand, which was filled with warm water.

His tall body squatted slightly on the ground. He put her body beside the bed, reached out to pull the

dirty corner of her clothes, washed them in the basin, and then dried them up.

When he was done, it was already past two o'clock. He took off the sofa covers and cleaned up the

carpet before falling asleep on the sofa.

The next morning.

Perhaps it was because she didn't feel very comfortable after drinking the wine that Harriet Smith's

stomach felt uncomfortable. Even her head was throbbing.

Therefore, she woke up early when the sky outside the window was still gray.

When she opened her eyes, the layout and decoration of the room were so strange. Suddenly, she

broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly sat up from the bed and looked around.

There was a photo frame on the bedside table, inlaid with a picture of Peter Johns.

He was wearing a neat military uniform, with a dignified face and a straight posture. His eyes were

bright, and he was giving a military salute.

Gradually, the cold sweat on her body faded away. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and checked the

time. It was five o'clock.

She rubbed her aching forehead gently, but she still couldn't remember what had happened last night.

Most importantly, how did Peter Johns bring her here?

As soon as she walked out of the room, her trousers were grabbed by something. Harriet Smith

lowered her head, and a snow-white puppy was happily biting her pants. It was fat and round,

especially its eyes, which were black and bright and looked very simple.

She really liked it in her heart. She bent down and held the puppy in her arms. Its pink tongue kept

licking her palm.

Hearing the footsteps, Peter Johns got up. "You're awake."

"Yes." Harriet Smith nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Um, why am I here?"

Peter Johns first poured her a glass of warm water, and then said, "I have a nephew who is not good at

Chinese. I wanted to call you and ask about it, but the waiter at the bar answered the phone. He said

that you were drunk and there were no friends around you, so I went to pick you up."

After drinking a cup of warm water, Harriet Smith felt much better. "I'm sorry for troubling you last night."

"No. In fact, you behaved well after drinking." Peter Johns smiled and touched his hair. "Are you

hungry? Do you want to have breakfast? I'll do it."

"You know how to make breakfast?" Harriet Smith looked at him in surprise.

"A man living alone has to know more or less about cooking." Peter Johns smiled again, showing his

white teeth.

His smile was mellow and thick. It was very comfortable to get along with such a person. Harriet Smith

chuckled and put the puppy on the ground. "Let's talk about your nephew's studies in the afternoon. I

should leave now."

"Okay." Peter Johns didn't ask her to stay, but said, "It's not dawn yet. It's too cold outside. I'll take you

there."

Harriet Smith refused, but he insisted on sending her off. He was extremely determined.

She had no choice but to agree. The two of them walked out of the room one after the other.

It was still dark outside at five o'clock in the cold winter. It was indeed cold enough. As soon as she

walked out of the community, her nose was frozen red.

The two of them were still walking forward, but a bright light was shining straight at them. It was too

dazzling, and she could not bear it and looked away.

Then, the sharp brake rang. The door opened and the tall and straight figure walked down.

Harriet Smith's gaze froze. She looked over and saw that Beau Wright was already standing in front of

her through the gap.

It was unknown whether it was because the sky was too dark or not, but it made his face so dark. His

eyes were bloodshot, and his body exuded a strong smell of tobacco.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was cold and indifferent, as if it was going to drift away with the

wind.

Hearing this, Beau Wright's face darkened, and his handsome face instantly became gloomy. The

anger in his heart was as fierce as a wave, filling his whole chest.

She hadn't returned home for the whole night and stayed in the same room with a strange man. She

came out early in the morning with him, talking and laughing, but he didn't sleep all night. Was this what

she said?

"Is this the first sentence that a wife who hasn't returned overnight should say to her husband?"

After Mr. Hanson found out where she was, he immediately drove over from House of Wright and drove

for two hours.

His voice was deep and cold, as if he was going to freeze her into ice. However, Harriet Smith

responded calmly, "Yes."

In an instant, Beau Wright glared at her fiercely. It seemed that his eyes were going to crush her to

death, and then he was willing to give up.

Peter Johns naturally noticed that there was an abnormal atmosphere between them. Moreover, they

were husband and wife. Even if there was a contradiction, he could not participate. "