You Are My Mr Wright

However, seeing her slightly trembling body in the cold wind, Peter Johns still asked, "Do you want to find a place to talk? It's too cold here."

The next moment, Beau Wright's deep and cold eyes shot to Peter Johns, and there was already a fierce look on his face. He sneered, and his cold voice squeezed out from between his teeth. "It's none of your business."

At the thought of last night, he took her away from the bar and took her to his home. After a night, he wished he could punch him twice.

He was already shouting crazily, but he was enduring it!

"It's true that it's none of my business, but she's very cold now and is trembling. Can't we find a warm place to talk?"

Harriet Smith smiled at t Peter Johns and said, "It's okay. I'm not cold, and my head is still a little dull. It's good to breathe in."

From beginning to end, she did not look at Beau Wright.

Her cheeks were fair-skinned, but they were not as rosy as usual. Instead, they were slightly green and white. Her body trembled in the cold wind, and her hair fluttered in the cold wind.

Beau Wright looked at her. At this time, he really wanted to crush her to death. But seeing her, he pursed his thin lips into a straight line, took off his black coat, and put it on her forcefully.

Harriet Smith's expression was cold and emotionless. As soon as he put on his coat, she pulled it without saying a word...

Such a move obviously provoked the anger in Beau Wright's heart. Suddenly, he took a step forward, reached out to grab her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

She felt a burning pain in her wrist. Harriet Smith didn't expect him to do this. She stumbled and fell into his arms. Her forehead hit his hard chest. She couldn't help but gasp in pain.

to protect her, but he felt that somebody was looking at him.

look, Peter

people he had dealt with, but he had never encountered someone who could intimidate him

still in a daze, Beau Wright had already gotten into the car with Harriet Smith and closed the door

and looking in, the only thing that could be seen was darkness. As for the voice of the conversation,

just stood in the cold wind and

Smith sat in the passenger seat, while Beau Wright sat

made her feel a little pain. She rubbed her wrist and

didn't look at her. He started

and pulled out his car key. Holding it in her

with him?" Beau glanced

said indifferently, "It has nothing

"You are Mrs. Wright, but you stay with another man. Do you think it has nothing to do with

She said cynically, "Before last night, I thought I was Mrs. Wright,

but he calmed down

you also can't get involved in my life."

think it's possible?" Beau felt

ridiculous that you can do whatever you want, but I

do and what you can't do in Tranton. Don't try to provoke my bottom line on purpose, and you can't bear the consequences.

that I'll lose your face? It doesn't matter.