You Are My Mr Wright

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?

perfect profile again, Grace George was moved and her mind was in a mess.

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

as she

at her. "Why do I feel that Miss Smith's gratitude is

Mr. Wright's illusion. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you

I saved you at the last

Wright and I are neither relatives nor friends. Even if you don't save me,

arm. His eyes were as mellow as red wine, and

indeed very interesting. Her back was straight, and her face was serious. Her fair

Wright was able to see through

in return and laughed out loud. "Mr. Wright, you are really

stopped speaking, the low voice overshadowed her. "Don't you believe me?

frowned. She couldn't understand

body moving forward, Beau Wright's big hand clasped the back of her head, and his

bit his lips fiercely, and

the car window, she looked at him, gritted her teeth, and said, "Mr.

and dizzy body, she walked forward quickly. But

taste of

mouth tasted as

a lot, she fell asleep on the bed. After

so long, as

The next morning.

slowly narrowed her eyes and picked up her phone in a daze to check the time. However, as soon as

the bedside table, took out a sanitary towel, walked into the bathroom, and took off the pants. The color of the blood was a little

or fifth day of the month. Why did it come a week

for her period to be delayed a week earlier or a week later, so