You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 98

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.

Out of instinct, Peter Johns took a step forward and wanted to protect her, but he felt that somebody was looking at him.

Being intimidated by that look, Peter Johns stood still.

There were quite a few great figures he had seen before. There were countless people he had dealt with, but he had never encountered someone who could intimidate him with just a look.

While he was still in a daze, Beau Wright had already gotten into the car with Harriet Smith and closed the door behind him.

Standing outside the window and looking in, the only thing that could be seen was darkness. As for the voice of the conversation, it could not be heard at all.

However, he still did not leave. He just stood in the cold wind and waited.

After getting in the car, Harriet Smith sat in the passenger seat, while Beau Wright sat beside her.

The grip on her wrist made her feel a little pain. She rubbed her wrist and looked at him indifferently.

Beau Wright didn't look at her. He started the car and was ready to leave.

However, Harriet Smith was quick-witted. She quickly stretched out her hand and pulled out his car key. Holding it in her palm, she said coldly, "I won't go back!"