You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 62

"He's in charge of Butte County. Now that something so serious has happened, he can't leave...."

After a pause, she continued, "What about Mary?"

The tip of the pen seemed to pause for a moment, and Beau Wright said indifferently, "If she is willing to go back, she can go back. If she is unwilling to go back, no one will force her..."

It was the same as not saying anything. Harriet Smith turned around and started packing.

In the blink of an eye, they had been in Butte County for more than a week.

Maybe it was because staying here was so pleasant that it made her feel like time was passing quickly.

If she hadn't seen that scene this morning, she would have felt even happier...

There were not many things that needed to be packed up, and almost all of them were hers.

Harriet Smith finished packing but Beau Wright hadn't finished dealing with the documents. She looked at him for a few moments and then got into the cold quilt alone.

The stack of documents that had accumulated over the past few days seemed to be a hill.

After a while, he would change his posture. On his handsome face, he frowned and pursed his lips from time to time. His slender fingers would knock on the table, making a crisp sound.

Then, he seemed to realize something. He glanced at the slender figure on the bed. And then he stopped what he was doing.

The crisp sound reverberated in her ears like a hypnotizing song. Just as Harriet Smith was about to fall asleep, the voice stopped abruptly.

She was not used to it. She squinted her eyes. She saw him glancing at her. Then he stopped, as if... Afraid of waking her up...

Harriet Smith closed her eyes with a smile and slowly fell asleep...

In the ward.

It was already ten o'clock at night. Mary Wright, who had been leaning against the bedside and thinking something, sighed and was ready to rest.

Then, footsteps came. Cromwell Wright pushed the door and walked in. "Why are you still awake?"

"I'm going to sleep. Cromwell, I'm thirsty. Help me pour a glass of water."

She didn't drink much water all day and was about to sleep, but she felt a little thirsty.

Cromwell Wright poured a cup of warm water, then walked to the bedside and handed it to her.

Mary Wright took the glass of water with her right hand, but she smelled perfume. There was a strong fruit fragrance, but it was not pungent and charming.

If her guess wasn't wrong, this perfume smell should have come from Cromwell Wright...

Holding Cromwell Wright's suit with one hand, Mary Wright sniffed from left to right and glanced at the red lipstick mark on his white collar.

"What are you doing? Why do you smell like a puppy?" Cromwell Wright looked at her helplessly.

Mary Wright became serious. "Tell me the truth, do you have a mistress?"

Cromwell Wright's face changed slightly, but he refused to admit it. He just denied it and told her not to make trouble.

"Cromwell, you can't hide it from me. You are giving off the smell of female perfume, and there is a lipstick mark on the collar of your shirt. Do you think you can hide it from me? The woman's intuition has always been very accurate."

Pointing at his white-collar, Mary Wright said softly," The evidence was overwhelming.