You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 50

She didn't know what kind of brand it was, but it was so expensive!

In the end, she made up her mind and chose a yellow scarf with dark lines from the middle.

As her eyes skimmed over the man's clothing across the room, at a glance, she spotted the first male stand-up collar shirt, simple, yet elegant.

Feeling tempted, Harriet Smith pulled Beau Wright over and asked the young lady to find a suitable one for him to try.

Glancing at her, Beau Wright raised his eyebrows slightly, moved his long legs, and walked to the fitting room.

It turned out that she was right. The light blue shirt made him look more handsome and charming, while the collar showed an elegant temperament.

He had a good figure, and his solid chest completely supported his shirt, with edges and horns, like a model walking on a catwalk.

The shop staff's eyes seemed to be glued to him, unable to move.

"This one, wrap it up." Harriet Smith gently bumped into the staff's shoulder. "Do you have to be so fascinated like that?"

When they arrived at the counter to pay the bill, Harriet Smith was stunned and couldn't help swallowing.

The two-down jacket and a scarf cost 6,000 dollars, while his shirt cost 4,000 dollars!

Beau Wright stood where he was with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He narrowed his eyes and his thin lips curled into a smile. He looked at her calmly and then urged, "Don't you pay the bill?"

“……”

Can I refuse to pay the bill?

Gritting her teeth, she took out the bank card from her bag and handed it over. "By card."

Smiling, the staff stretched out her hand. Beau Wright stretched forward and handed over a black gold card. "By this one."

"Okay, sir."

Harriet Smith was stunned. Beau Wright had already signed the words casually. Then, he handed over the card and gave it to her.

"What are you doing?" She was confused and could not come back to her senses.

"Use this card when you go shopping in the future..." Speaking in a low voice, he took the bag

Harriet Smith's eyes were a little confused. "But why should I use your card when I was shopping?"

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and glanced at her. "You ask me why? Mrs. Wright..."

Her deep voice deepened on the last two words so that she could hear them clearly.

Harriet Smith chuckled and stared at him. "It seems that it's not bad to be Mrs.Wright."

“……” He still looked faint, but the cold, hard lines of his face softened considerably, and his eyes shone brightly.

The car drove in the night. Harriet Smith looked down at the time. It was already half past ten in the evening.

He didn't even notice that time had passed so quickly.

The cell phone rang. Beau Wright held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the phone with his right hand. He said, "Hello..."

Immediately afterward, not knowing what the other one on the phone said, the expression on his face suddenly changed and was actually filled with gloom, and the left hand holding the steering wheel was somewhat bruised: "Are you sure? OK, I know ......"

Harriet Smith was shocked by his sudden change in expression. She had never seen him look so strict, gloomy, and cold.

Her heart tightened and she asked worriedly, "Did something happen?"

However, he ignored her and clenched the steering wheel with both hands. He suddenly stepped on the brake and said in a cold voice, "Get out of the car and call a taxi to go back to the courtyard!"

"What about you?" He didn't look very delighted. She was afraid that something would happen.

"Go to Butte County and then go straight back to Tranton. If you don't want to stay in Washington, you can book a ticket and go back by yourself..." His tone was fast and decisive.