You Are My Mr Wright

Then, Beau Wright went back to the residential area to deal with some documents, and Sykes Wright followed him.

As a result, inevitably, Harriet Smith and Mary Wright were left alone in the room once again.

Harriet Smith sat quietly by the window with a glass of water in her hand, taking a small sip.

Harriet Smith could clearly see that. Mary Wright loves him.

Mary Wright's eyes fell on her from time to time. She wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. She didn't know how to say it.

After a long while, she said, "Harriet, let's talk."

Putting the glass aside, Harriet Smith nodded and said calmly, "Okay, let's talk."

Mary Wright's white slender hands unconsciously clenched the quilt on her and said, "Just now, you should have seen it..."

"I did see it. I think you owe me an explanation."

Harriet Smith said.

"There are some things that you don't know, and I will keep it brief. Three years ago, I dated Beau for some time. You also know that we are not related by blood."

Since the matter had been exposed, there was no point in hiding it. And all that needed to be done now was to find a way to get this matter resolved.

It was obviously impossible for Harriet Smith not to be shocked. She knew that they were not related by blood, but she did not know that they had dated three years ago!

"But that was only three years ago. Now, the relationship between us is just aunt and nephew. Apart from that, there is nothing else. Those are in the past."

Mary Wright spoke slowly.

"Also, what you saw just now was a farewell. That was a complete goodbye and closure between us after three years. Now, I have a fiancé. I love him and he loves me very much. We are very happy. That act just now was an accident. I apologize to you..."

Whether it was true or not was only known to her.

A farewell

"Since you said so, I have nothing to say. I believe you."

Harriet Smith said clearly.

"But I don't think you will do the same thing again. No matter what kind of relationship you had three years ago, that was just the past. And now, I am Beau's wife and you have a fiancé, so I don't need to tell you what to do.

"In my mind, you have always been the most intelligent woman. And I choose to believe for two reasons. The first is that we are both women. The second is that you are our aunt."

"Of course I understand." Mary Wright said and slowly clenched the quilt on her body.

From Harriet Smith's point of view, these words were reasonable. There was no overreaction and no excess.

But Mary Wright understood it in a different way. She thought Harriet Smith was forcing and mocking her.

"So, I will pretend that what happened today has never happened." While speaking, Harriet Smith was still looking at her.

Mary Wright nodded and said, "Me too."

Although they said that, there was an insurmountable gap between them.

"Well, this matter will come to an end and will never be mentioned again."

They were speechless again. They were in the same room, which brought embarrassment.

Harriet Smith didn't stay in the ward for long before finding an excuse to leave.

She walked out of the room and took a deep breath. They had dated three years ago!

She couldn't help but be curious. Three years ago, how did they fall in love?

Three years ago, what kind of emotion did he have with Mary Wright? Did he still have feelings for Mary Wright?

All kinds of thoughts ran through her mind. Harriet Smith tapped her head and felt like she was going crazy.

But who didn't have a relationship when they were young? It could be a crush.

Even she had a crush on a senior when she was in college for a long time. She missed that boy every day. Even though they didn't meet each other just for days, she felt like it had been years. But now, she had already forgotten what the boy looked like.

Therefore, the previous feelings could be relieved. Who didn't have a past?

When she returned to the room, Beau Wright was sitting at his desk and dealing with the documents.

Beau Wright just looked up at her and then began to deal with the documents.

Harriet Smith poured a cup of water and put it next to his hand, and stared at him.

Beau Wright noticed it and narrowed his eyes. "What are you looking at, Mrs. Wright?"

She replied a little grumpily, "Looking at how handsome you are, how many women have you hooked up with and fallen in love with..."

Because she had been at home for the past few days, Harriet Smith's hair was loose. She casually tied it into a ponytail, but a few strands of her hair were not tied up. They hung on both sides of her face and swayed gently, as if she was deliberately stirring his heartstrings.

Beau Wright raised his hand and put the hair behind her ear. He suddenly reached out to her and clasped the back of her head. Then, they kissed.

Her legs went limp because of his kiss. As soon as her face moved, he supported her head with his hands so that she could not move and could only let him kiss.

It wasn't until he was almost out of breath that he finally let go of her. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly and he said in a hoarse voice, "Harriet, do you know that what you said was a deliberate attempt to seduce a man?"

She was still panting slightly. She frowned and shrugged her shoulders in agreement. "Really? Mr. Wright, don't you think there's something wrong with you?" Which one of her words was seducing him?

Every word she said was a veiled mockery of him as a playboy and some slight hatred for him. But he could feel that she was seducing him!

His thin lips curved upward as he stared at her shiny red lips with his dark eyes. His tongue deliberately swept over her lips, making them watery and bright.

Her lips were hot, followed by a tickle. Before she could react, he had already left. He looked at the documents seriously and said in a low voice. "Go pack up..." "Why?" Harriet Smith was puzzled.

"Back to Tranton, are you going to stay here all the time?" Beau Wright raised his eyebrows slightly but his head did not look up.

"No, I just thought that this decision was a little sudden..." Harriet Smith licked her lips and asked tentatively, "Will Sykes go back with us?"

"Of course." His eyes remained on the document.

"Mr. Wright...... Is Dad going back?" She said. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐