You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 68

But now, she felt that it was so ironic.

"Could it be that Mrs. Wright has fallen in love with me?" He stared at her face more and more tightly, not letting go of any tiny expression.

Hearing that, Harriet Smith took a deep breath and said with a bright smile, "It's not a two-way deal. Everyone takes what they need. Mr. Wright, don't worry."

However, his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line in an instant. He frowned, and there was more coldness in his words. He turned around and strode into the bathroom.

The sweater and suit pants on his body were taken off in an instant, only left underpants. Warm water poured down from his head and then fell on his perfect body, but it couldn't take away the frustration.

Those irritations were a bit strange...

In the room, Harriet Smith put the cup on the table. With a sneer on her face, she sat quietly on the sofa.

As expected, whoever fell in love first would be doomed.

She was the one who thought too highly of herself, and he had no feelings for her at all.

The heating system was on in the room, but she could not feel any warmth. Some were cold and funny.

Just now, she must have been extremely embarrassed in his heart. She was so self-righteous that she even questioned him!

Her heart was full of depression. She walked to the window and opened it. The cold wind blew in, and her face suddenly became cold and painful.

It was all her fault that her life had been too comfortable and beautiful recently. She was addicted to it to the extreme and could not extricate herself from it.

She even felt that this marriage was not as bad as she had imagined. It was even so beautiful and pleasant, but all of this...

At this time, the sound of footsteps came out. Then, the low voice echoed in the room, "You don't rest, standing by the window with a cold wind, or do you think you are strong enough?"

She took back her drifting thoughts and turned around. Harriet Smith glanced at him indifferently, then walked to the bedside and picked up the quilt that belonged to her.

Then, she turned around, walked back to the sofa, laid out the quilt, and lay down.

The lower half of Beau Wright's body was tied with a bath towel. The transparent water droplets slowly slipped down his solid chest and then fell into the bath towel.

His handsome brows furrowed. He stared at her actions, and the irritation in his heart intensified. "What are you doing, Mrs. Wright?"

"My stomach is a little uncomfortable. I have to go to the bathroom often at night, so it's better to sleep here. Sleep, good night."

After she finished speaking, she lay down under the quilt, with her back to the bed, and her face to the sofa, leaving him a trace of her back.

One was sleeping on the bed, and the other was sleeping on the sofa. There was a distance between them, but it was so far away.

Harriet Smith kept her posture the entire time and didn't move at all. She could feel the gaze falling on her back.

However, she ignored him as if she had not noticed.

After a night, it was almost dawn. She could not hold on any longer and finally fell asleep.

Even so, when the man got up, she still knew it clearly. She deliberately closed her eyes and did not open them.

After he left, Harriet Smith got up from the sofa. She tidied up the quilt and some clothes. She planned to stay at home for a few days.

After a night, she was in a messy mood at the moment.