You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 58

He nodded slightly, indicating for her to eat porridge and keep quiet.

She shrugged her shoulders, wrinkled her nose, and ate her porridge.

It had been two days since she came to Butte County. She either ate instant noodles or bread these days. Now she was eating porridge, which made her satisfied.

Soon, the bowl of porridge was finished. She looked over and smiled, "Can I ask you to serve another bowl of porridge?"

"Since Mrs. Wright has asked for this, there is no reason for him not to go..."

He got up, picked up her bowl, and walked to the kitchen, leaving her a view of his back.

No matter what this man did, he always had a kind of indescribable beauty, which was attractive.

The night was very quiet. Even though she was a little cold at this time, this kind of life was really happy.

Just him and her...

She was full at dinner. She ate two bowls of porridge. She didn't know whether it was because she was pregnant or hungry, but she felt that she could eat a lot these days.

The cold blanket made her shiver uncontrollably.

Beau Wright lifted the quilt and went to bed. The other side of her immediately sank.

As soon as he got into bed, she felt that burst of warmth.

She instinctively moved her butt and approached him bit by bit.

He noticed those actions. He crossed his arms around his chest and looked at her lazily. "Cold?"

Harriet Smith nodded honestly. How could it not be cold in such a big room without heating?

"Call me honey, I'll warm you up..." Beau Wright spoke casually and looked lazy. It was rare for him to be so frivolous.

Her eyebrows twitched slightly and she looked at him angrily. "Don't you think it's immoral to ask for a reward from a patient?"

"I don't think so..." His answer was reasonable. "Shouldn't I get something for helping you keep warm?"

This... Why did these words sound so weird...

"I don't need your help anymore...." She rolled her eyes.

Beau Wright's big hand moved and fell on her waist. When he lifted her up, Harriet Smith was lying on his chest.

"For you, of course, I would love to help you get warm. Mrs. Wright, you can do whatever you want. Please enjoy yourself..."

He lowered his chin slightly and tilted his face. The hot air from his thin lips fell on her earlobe.

It was hot and itchy, with an indescribable tremor. Her sensitive earlobes turned red in an instant.

Harriet Smith could feel warm, but the posture was indeed somewhat less appropriate...

With her hands on his chest, she lifted her body and tried to leave. However, just as she moved, the deep, hoarse, muffled voice occurred. "Don't move..."

Obviously, Harriet Smith could feel his reaction.

Suddenly, she blushed and froze in place, not daring to move a muscle.

"That... that... that thing... take it away quickly..." She coughed lightly, and her cheeks were burning hot. She didn't know whether to move or not.

His voice was raspy and mesmerizing, "How do I take it?".

“……”

As time went by, Harriet Smith maintained her stiff posture and remained motionless.

After a while, Beau Wright gently pressed her back, and Harriet Smith lay on his chest again. She felt his chest rise and fall as he exhaled two words in a deep voice, "Let's sleep.."

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and she could even clearly hear his steady and strong heartbeat.

His body was so hot that she could no longer feel a trace of coldness.

She was a little sleepy just now, but now she was sleepless. She blushed and couldn't help swallowing.

It was only after a long time that she felt sleepy that she couldn't help but close her eyes and slowly fall asleep.

She slept until nine o'clock the next morning. She slept soundly and did not make a dream at all.

She sat up from the bed, slowly stretched out her arms, and looked out through the window.

The sky finally cleared after several days of cloudiness. The sun had not been seen for a long time, finally came out. This was undoubtedly a good thing.

Carefully counted, today is the December 20th from the New Year there are still ten days.

And this New Year, the people in Butte County would definitely not be happy. With such a big disaster, many people lost their relatives, friends, and lovers.

How could they have a good year?

She also felt a little sad in her heart. Looking at those people who were covered with scars and crying bitterly, she felt very uncomfortable.

The burns on her feet completely restricted her freedom. She could do nothing but lie on the bed, look at her mobile phone, and occasionally read the newspaper.

However, she had never been hungry. Most of the time, when Beau Wright came back at noon, he would bring her lunch.

If he had something to do, he would have asked his assistant, Bob, to come over. At night, Beau Wright would come back very early.

One day after another, Harriet Smith got used to this kind of life. As long as the door was opened at seven o'clock in the evening, she would know that he was back.

Sometimes, he would casually throw a few books on the bed. Anyway, it was boring to stay in the bed during the day. She could read them to kill time.

Such an uneventful day, but reassuring...

In the hospital ward.

Before dawn, Mary Wright had already woken up when it was still gray outside.

Her always pale cheeks were finally tinged with a few faint blushes. She looked much better than a few days ago.

Firstly, she glanced out of the window, then turned to the door of the ward. Her eyes were fixed on that place as if she was waiting for something.

There was a sound of footsteps, and then the door of the ward was pushed from the outside. Mary Wright's eyes lit up with joy.

Then, the door was completely opened. A nurse came in and greeted her with a smile. "Morning, Miss. Wright. You're awake so early.."

Mary Wright's cheeks were a little stiff. But in just a few seconds, she had recovered. She smiled lightly and said, "I can't fall asleep, so I woke up naturally. Is the weather good today?"

"It's still a little early, so I can't judge it. But yesterday, I saw the weather forecast and it said that today is a sunny day. Miss. Wright can get out of bed, so when the sun comes out, we can take a walk, get some sun and move around."

"Okay, I see..." She answered, but her mind was wandering ...

No one knew what she was thinking...

The nurse changed the infusion bottle and adjusted the speed. "We only need one bottle today, so it will end soon."

"Okay." Mary Wright withdrew her wandering gaze and nodded to the nurse.

The infusion bottle was very slow. She glanced at the infusion bottle and then withdrew her gaze. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Therefore, she simply stopped sleeping. She propped up her body and leaned against the bed, looking out of the window.

When it was almost nine o'clock in the morning, Sykes Wright came in with a warm box in his hand. Inside was the porridge bought from the hospital.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Mary Wright looked at Sykes Wright, who was casually lying on the chair and fiddling with his mobile phone. "How's your sister-in-law's foot injury?"

Fiddling with his phone, He lowered his head and answered, "She hasn't recovered yet. She is recuperating and can't walk."

"What about her meals?"

"Beau will prepare it, and Bob will help her too."

Hearing this, Mary Wright's eyes moved slightly and she asked tentatively, "What has Beau been busy with these days?"

"The Companies of Wright Family has donated a lot of supplies, and Beau is arranging it."

"Is he so busy every day? Since you have time, you'd better go and help your brother. I almost have recovered. I can take care of myself." Mary Wright smiled.

Sykes Wright shrugged his shoulders and said casually, "In fact. He is not so busy. Beau has always returned to his room before I came back. He handled it with ease. If I help him, I'm afraid I will add trouble to him."

"What time do you usually go back?" Mary Wright frowned. "Did you stay out late ?"

Hearing this, Sykes Wright put his hand on his forehead helplessly and said, "Mary, I'm already 20 years old. I'm a man. Do you think the word is appropriate for me?"

"What's wrong with that? You've always been playful. Do you need me to tell you that?"

"May, from now on, I hope that you can look at me with mature eyes. I am no longer the previous Sykes Wright."

His tone was unusually serious, and his handsome face was no longer young.

Mary Wright smiled. "What's wrong with you these days? Why do I feel that you're a little abnormal? Is there a girl you love?"

This sentence hit the weak spot of Sykes Wright. He turned his face, pretended to play with his mobile phone, and said, "Mary, you think too much."

"Really? Are you sure that I'm overthinking, not that you're deliberately running away?"

Since Sykes Wright was a little boy, Mary looked after him. How could his thoughts escape her eyes?

Glancing at the infusion bottle, Sykes Wright deliberately changed the topic. "The drip is over and the weather is good today. I'll push you out to breathe fresh air."

It was obvious that Sykes was guilty, so he deliberately changed the topic. Mary Wright refused to give up and continued to ask, "What does that girl look like? Have I seen her? When can I meet her so that I can help you?"

"That's my business. I'll do it myself. You just need to recover from your injury."

Sykes Wright no longer evaded but answered directly. The more he dodged, the more curious Mary became.

As he spoke, he bent down, picked up Mary Wright, put her in the wheelchair, and pushed her out of the ward.

Although there was an earthquake, the hospital was fine. There was an artificial lake in the middle of the hospital, surrounded by grass and trees.

It had been several days since he had breathed in the fresh air. Now he only felt happy, and the depression that had gathered over the past few days had dissipated.

Walking around the artificial lake, Sykes Wright looked at the familiar back in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, looked at it several times, and recognized it. "Bob."

Bob stopped and walked over. "Mr. Wright, Miss. Wright."

"Why are you going in such a hurry?" He glanced at the list which was held in his hand.