You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 73

"He was the one who ate the apple with Harriet. They've been gone for a long time. Maybe they're home now."

The aura emanating from his body instantly became cold. Beau Wright's eyes were unusually deep, without a trace of warmth, as cold as ice...

Camilla Kents naturally felt the coolness, and her body couldn't help trembling.

Without another word, he pursed his thin lips and walked directly out of the Charmed Bar.

As he walked, there was a gust of cold wind blowing on her face, and Camilla Kents’ shoulders shrank.

But then again, wasn't the relationship between Mr. Wright and Harriet a little abnormal?

She felt there was something fishy between them.

The car stopped in front of the residential building. Harriet Smith said, "Thank you!"

"We're friends. It is my pleasure." Peter Johns smiled purely.

Seeing this, Harriet Smith also smiled. Peter Johns has not changed much at all compared to his high school days.

He was still as honest as before. Moreover, when he saw a woman, he would still get shy.

"I'll go back first. Be careful on the way home." She reminded him, then pushed the door open and walked down.

Peter Johns also quickly got out of the car, stepped forward, and stopped in front of her in a few steps. He was a little uneasy and nervous.

Harriet Smith was puzzled. She looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong, Peter?"

However, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. His name was too special. She felt awkward and funny every time she called him that.

Under the night sky, the smile on her face was like the bright moonlight, which was so bright and attractive.

Especially when she called Peter Johns, his heart beat faster and his face was a little flushed, which was very inconsistent with his strong and tall body.

"I... I have something to say to you..." He said.

"Okay, go ahead."

Harriet Smith knew what he wanted to say, but she didn't stop him. She could only refuse him if he told her what he wanted to say.

Peter Johns was undoubtedly nervous. After hesitating for a while, he slowly said.

"Harriet, I love you. I've loved you since high school. When I met you at the park yesterday, I felt so lucky. How could I be so lucky?”

Harriet Smith said softly, "Peter..."

However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Peter Johns. He said it in one go without any pause.

"My house in Tranton is 120 square meters, and my car is $28,500. My bank deposit is $71,400, and my monthly salary is $700. Harriet, if I want to marry you, can you accept it?"

He had never pursued a girl, and he was a little shy. He had no idea how to make a girl happy.

Therefore, he could only pursue her in the most correct way he thought.

Harriet Smith looked at his sincere and dark eyes. These words were simple, but enough to tempt a woman.

But at this time, a low and cold voice interrupted, "Do you think she can accept?"

She turned her eyes and saw that the man was already standing beside her. His expression was unfathomable. There was a cigarette between his fingers, and smoke was curling around.