You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 97 What Are You Doing Here?

When he just went downstairs, she was already in the kitchen, but she didn't come out.

Therefore, she had heard the conversation between him and Sykes clearly.

Harriet Smith had not returned yet...

And he seemed to be a little anxious...

Back in the room, Beau Wright was still frowning. His face was like a moonless night, dark and heavy.

"It's so late. If I don't go back to House of Wright, where can she go?"

Taking out his mobile phone, he hesitated for a moment, then squinted and called Sophia Scott. He said in a deep voice, "Mom."

Sophia Scott seemed to have just been woken up. She said with a strong nasal voice, "Beau, what's wrong?"

"Is Harriet home?" As he spoke, his slender fingers picked up another cigarette, put it between his fingers, and lit it.

"No, she hasn't returned to House of Wright yet? This child is getting more and more ridiculous. It's already two o'clock, but she hasn't returned home yet!"

Hearing this, Beau Wright said, "Maybe she has something to delay temporarily. I won't disturb your rest. Good night."

Hanging up the phone, his pupils suddenly contracted. He called Mr. Hanson and asked him to investigate in a low voice.

After all, she was not used to drinking. After Peter Johns helped Harriet Smith into her room, she had been holding her belly and saying that it hurt.

Then, she vomited, dirtying the sofa and carpet, and gave off an unpleasant smell.

Obviously, Peter Johns had never taken care of drunken people, especially drunk women, who seemed to be at a loss.

She patted her back awkwardly and handed the cup to her mouth to feed her some water.

little. She fell on

why she drank so much. Peter Johns sighed softly, took her to the room, and put

saw the dirt on her clothes. He frowned

and there was only her underwear

Besides, he definitely

not good to let her wear dirty clothes to

to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a basin

reached out to pull the dirty corner of her clothes, washed them in

done, it was already past two o'clock. He took off the sofa covers and cleaned up the carpet before

The next morning.

after drinking the wine that Harriet Smith's stomach felt uncomfortable. Even her

the sky outside the window was still gray.

the layout and decoration of the room were so strange. Suddenly, she broke out in

was a photo frame on the bedside table, inlaid with a picture of

dignified face and a straight posture. His eyes were bright, and he

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and checked the time. It was five

rubbed her aching forehead gently, but she still

importantly, how did Peter

of the room, her trousers were grabbed by something. Harriet Smith lowered her head, and a snow-white puppy was happily biting her pants. It was fat and round, especially its eyes, which were black and bright and

and held the puppy in her arms. Its pink tongue kept licking

the footsteps, Peter Johns got up.

nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Um, why am

a nephew who is not good at Chinese. I wanted to call you and ask about it, but the waiter

a cup of warm water, Harriet Smith felt much better.

Peter Johns smiled and touched his hair. "Are you hungry?

know how to make breakfast?" Harriet Smith looked at him in surprise.

living alone has to know more or less about cooking." Peter Johns smiled again, showing

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