You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 97

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.

After a long time, her pale face eased a little. She fell on the sofa and fell asleep again.

He didn't know why she drank so much. Peter Johns sighed softly, took her to the room, and put her on the bed.

He looked down and saw the dirt on her clothes. He frowned and felt a little embarrassed.

She took off her jacket just now, and there was only her underwear left. If she took off her underwear again...

Therefore, he couldn't take off his underwear. Besides, he definitely couldn't take it off!

However, it was obviously not good to let her wear dirty clothes to sleep.

After thinking for a while, Peter Johns went to the bathroom. When he returned, he had a basin in his hand, which was filled with warm water.

His tall body squatted slightly on the ground. He put her body beside the bed, reached out to pull the dirty corner of her clothes, washed them in the basin, and then dried them up.

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

The next morning.

Perhaps it was because she didn't feel very comfortable after drinking the wine that Harriet Smith's stomach felt uncomfortable. Even her head was throbbing.

Therefore, she woke up early when the sky outside the window was still gray.

When she opened her eyes, the layout and decoration of the room were so strange. Suddenly, she broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly sat up from the bed and looked around.

There was a photo frame on the bedside table, inlaid with a picture of Peter Johns.