You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 42

Sapphire color was the best match for her skin tone. Her skin was white, but at this time it looked more and more as white as snow.

The design of the high-cut fork on the left made her beautiful legs looming between the hem of her skirt, sexy, and charming.

He did not expect that she could dress so charmingly...

Beau Wright was stunned for a moment, and then his anger rushed up. His eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. He only said one word, "Change!"

The slit on the left leg almost reached her waist.

He frowned. Why were the dresses here getting more and more vulgar?

Was it that ugly? Harriet Smith looked into the mirror a few more times and felt that she was not bad except for being exposed.

Back and forth for a long time, almost all the evening dresses brought over by the attendant had been tried on, but none of them could satisfy the men outside!

Each dress she had to wear for a long time in the fitting room, but he only swept a few eyes and said a word in a hard and sullen way. Then she had to start all over again!

Gradually, she became a little annoyed. Sitting in the fitting room, she gasped for breath and said with dissatisfaction.

Is it that ugly for me to wear? Just choose one at random, he is like a lord commanding the maid. Doesn't he think it's tired to change clothes?"

However, her words amused the attendant who was holding the dress. "Mrs. Wright has a good figure and no matter which dress you wear is beautiful. I think the most beautiful one is the blue one."

It was the first time she had heard the name "Mrs. Wright" from someone else. She didn't know how to describe her feelings. In short, it was very subtle.

"Mr. Wright must have felt that Mrs. Wright was a bit exposed in the dress, so he has been dissatisfied. Men are all possessive."

"Really?" Harriet Smith raised her eyebrows, looked up, and smiled at her.

She clearly understood that some things had slowly deviated from the orbit, like her heart.

At first, she agreed to marry him to keep the baby in her belly.

But now, her heart had sunk. She couldn't help but be attracted by him and fall in love.

"Of course, Mrs. Wright, why don't you try this red dress? I think it's beautiful and very suitable for you..."

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The night was misty and luxurious. At the Park Hyatt Hotel.

The world-famous car had already filled the parking lot, and the red carpet extended from the fountain to the glass revolving door.

The reporters came in like a beehive, and the security guards had been struggling to maintain order.

The hotel was mainly golden in color, full of rich Mediterranean charm, which made it more luxurious at the night.

Vera Brion was wearing a long purple dress with two friends beside her. They looked around in amazement.

There was an Italian music fountain in the middle of the hall. As the music rose and fell, the water columns were high and low. There were famous paintings carved on the French bronze pillars. The transparent crystal lamp hung in the air reflected colorful light. It was noble and magnificent.

It was the first time that Vera Brion had stepped into such a place. She couldn't stop talking, and the friends around her praised her even more.

Quite a few upper-class nobles had already gathered in the banquet hall. They were all dressed up, holding wine glasses in their hands as they chatted with smiles.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause. Vera Brion followed the sound and looked over. She couldn't help but widen her eyes. The mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg.

"Is that bitch Harriet Smith?"