You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 72

It was obvious that Peter Johns had not figured out the situation yet. Their eyes had been wandering slowly on the two of them.

From beginning to end, her eyes never looked at Beau Wright. Instead, she sat there quietly and occasionally whispered a few words to Camilla Kents.

The look was bland, the smooth cheeks faintly shining in the light, like a bright moon in the night sky, so unique in that group of women.

Beau Wright stared at her, and his eyes moved slightly. He held the wine glass in one hand and shook it gently. Then, the other hand slipped under the table and held her hand.

Harriet Smith was stunned for a moment before she realized what was going on. She glared at him, but she didn't dare to make too much of a move lest she drew the attention of others.

He naturally refused to let go. His slightly rough fingers slowly rubbed her soft palm and lowered his voice. Only the two of them could hear his low voice. "Finally, you are willing to look at me. Well, Mrs. Wright..."

"Let me go!" She gritted her teeth, and her voice almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Didn't Mrs. Wright have the ability to break free by her? Why should I let you go?"

Beau Wright's voice was low and deep, and the end of the tone was raised. As he spoke, he put her hand on his thigh, gently pressed her belly, and moved.

An electric current ran through her body. Harriet Smith felt a little angrier and reached out to pinch his thigh.

Under the colorful light, the two of them sat in the corner with a calm face, but there were surging undercurrents under the table.

"Are you going to let me go or not?" Her patience was on the verge of disappearing.

But Beau Wright looked at her calmly. "So what if I let you go? So what if I don't?"

Harriet Smith stopped talking to him. She lifted her foot and stepped hard on the back of his foot. She twisted and twisted with all her strength.

However, Beau Wright seemed to have never felt pain. He allowed her to do whatever she wanted. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his lips seemed to be slightly raised.

He picked up a glass of beer with his left hand and even shook it a little leisurely, with a lazy look on his handsome face.

Harriet Smith was so angry that her body twisted violently. She didn't notice that she hit his shoulder. As a result, the glass shook and all the beer spilled on Beau Wright's suit pants.

The crowd exclaimed. Camilla Kents handed the tissue to Harriet Smith. "Hurry up and wipe the blot for Mr. Wright."

Harriet Smith didn't want to talk to him at all. She just sat there and didn't move. She thought it was because he deserved it!

But at this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on her.

She was forced to pass the tissue little by little, squatted down, and wiped the beer stains on his suit pants.

Beau Wright didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He didn't care that his pants were wet. Instead, he smiled and said, "Sorry to disturb you."

Everyone shook their heads to show that it was okay. Instead, they were worried and said, "Mr. Wright's pants..."

"It doesn't matter. It's just wet. Nothing serious." He was still smiling, but his slightly drooping eyes fell on Harriet Smith, who was half squatting on the ground.

She kept her head down and didn't look up, only revealing her delicate neck, like a beautiful white swan.

His mind wandered. He stared deeply at her, and his eyes did not blink.

Although the tissue could suck water, the soaked suit pants were still very obvious because it was on his thigh.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Assistant Hanson walked over.