You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 70

"It's okay. I can take a car there."

"I live in a neighborhood nearby. Anyway, it's on the way. That's it. I'll pick you up the night after tomorrow, and then we'll go there together. But what's your phone number?"

Harriet Smith took out her mobile phone and exchanged phone numbers with Peter Johns. After chatting for a while, they parted.

Vera Brion had been watching them from the side. As soon as Peter Johns left, she grabbed Harriet Smith's arm and asked, "Harriet, does he like you?"

Hearing that, Harriet Smith glanced at her grumpily. "We're old classmates. We haven't seen each other for so many years. It's inevitable for him to be excited. You think too much."

"Really?" Vera Brion shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think he is simple-minded."

Harriet Smith ignored her and continued walking forward. "Aren't you going for a walk? Hurry up, the sun will come out soon."

Sophia Scott was afraid of gossip, so she only let Harriet Smith stay at home for one night. The next day, she drove her to Wright’s house.

Harriet Smith refused to leave. "Mom, my old classmate lives here. We made an appointment to go to the gathering the day after tomorrow. You can't drive me away now."

Sophia Scott had no choice but to let her leave. After all, she was her daughter. What else could she do?

Therefore, she stayed at home. Including the day she left, she had not returned to the House of Wright for three days.

In the House of Wright.

Beau Wright's eyes swept across the living room. The only person sitting on the sofa watching TV was Sykes Wright.

First, he glanced upstairs. Then, he turned to look at Sykes Wright and said, "Has Harriet come back yet?"

"No..." Sykes Wright raised his head.

Beau Wright frowned. He didn't say anything and went upstairs. His eyes were dimmed and he felt the room was much colder than before.

He sank into the sofa. He pulled the tie with his big hand a little irritably, took out his mobile phone, rubbed his phone number with his fingers, and called her.

The phone rang for a moment, and then a sweet female voice came. "Sorry, the number you dialed is on the phone. Please call me later..."

He frowned. His handsome face was as dark as a bottomless whirlpool. His knuckles moved slightly and he dialed the phone again.

Harriet Smith had just walked out of the bathroom when her phone rang. She looked down and saw that it was Beau Wright.

Her fingertips trembled slightly. She lowered her gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then hung up the phone.

But a few seconds later, the screen of her mobile phone lit up again. This time, she directly turned off the phone.

Firstly, she was a woman. Secondly, she was not a generous woman.

Therefore, there was hatred, bitterness, and pain in her heart.

Throwing the phone aside, she simply went to bed without seeing anything. She took the "Red and Black" from the bedside.

She had read almost half of a thick book, and still had a small part left.

But at this moment, her attention was still not on the book, and even she did not know what she was thinking.

She was so upset that she couldn't calm down. She leaned against the bed and took a deep breath to relax herself. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.