You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 15

A moment later.

Grace George helped Eric George to the back seat and then helped Harriet Smith, who was drunk, sit in the passenger seat.

"The address?" He asked Grace George, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Happiness Community." Grace George answered in a hurry.

The black Land Rover started. The car was silent except for the sound of a few people breathing.

Harriet Smith was so drunk that her head was very uncomfortable, as if it was going to explode. Her stomach was rolling. She closed her eyes and said weakly, "Can you open the window a little?"

"You were very heroic when you were drinking. Why are you so weak now?"

Staring at the road, Beau Wright turned the steering wheel to the right and turned around. His deep voice contained a hint of sarcasm.

Leaning against the car window, Harriet Smith raised her hand and rubbed her unusually painful temple. "When I was drinking, Mr. Wright was already in the bar. Are you just looking on?"

Raising his eyebrows, Beau Wright drove without saying anything.

As soon as he entered the bar, he saw the scene Harriet Smith and Jordan Moulton were talking about. He was a little interested, so he did look on from the side.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wright." She shook her head with sarcasm.

The corners of Beau Wright's lips curled into a smile. He didn't say anything, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

Grace George sat in the back seat and listened to their words. She could not say a word in edgewise and could only keep silent.

However, when did Harriet get familiar with Beau Wright?

When her eyes met the man's perfect profile again, Grace George was moved and her mind was in a mess.

After a while, the car stopped downstairs of the Happiness Community. Grace George first helped Eric George upstairs, and then came down to pick up Harriet Smith.

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Wright." Harriet Smith said as she unfastened her seat belt with one hand.

Turning around, Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "Why do I feel that Miss Smith's gratitude is a little insincere?"

"That's just Mr. Wright's illusion. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you very much!"

"Miss Smith was angry that I saved you at the last moment?"

Harriet Smith shook her head and said sincerely, "No, Mr. Wright and I are neither relatives nor friends. Even if you don't save me, it is reasonable."

With his lips curled, Beau Wright supported himself on the steering wheel with one arm. His eyes were as mellow as red wine, and his voice was slow. "Miss Smith's righteous words are very charming..."

It was indeed very interesting. Her back was straight, and her face was serious. Her fair cheeks were red, and her pink lips were wriggling...

"That's why Mr. Wright was able to see through everything?"

She asked in return and laughed out loud. "Mr. Wright, you are really good at joking, and your joke is so absurd!"

As soon as she stopped speaking, the low voice overshadowed her. "Don't you believe me? Do you want me to show it?"

"A performance?" "Performance what?" Harrit frowned. She couldn't understand his words.

With his body moving forward, Beau Wright's big hand clasped the back of her head, and his thin lips directly held her soft lips.