You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 60

Sykes Wright's aggressive manner dissipated a little and was replaced by self-blame. If he had not pushed his aunt out today, she would not have caught a cold.

"Since you're here, call your sister-in-law and tell her that I won't go back tonight. Besides, my mobile phone has been automatically turned off, so you don't need to call me again.

Beau Wright rubbed between his eyebrows with his left hand and spoke to Sykes Wright in a low voice. At the same time, he changed into a comfortable sitting position.

His expression was a little stiff. He coughed lightly and asked, "your phone is out of power?"

"Well, is there a problem?"

Shaking his head, Sykes Wright took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. After a while, the phone was connected.

He briefly told her about the situation here and told her not to worry and to rest quickly.

After understanding the real situation, Sykes Wright felt a little unnatural. Fortunately, he didn't rush to blame his brother on impulse. Otherwise, the situation would be even more awkward.

"You should also go back and rest..." Beau Wright said lightly, "Tomorrow morning, you can come here early..."

"Okay, then I'll come over tomorrow morning." Sykes could clearly see the tiredness on his brother's face.

When he reached the door of the ward, he seemed to think of something. He stopped, turned around, and said softly.

"Beau, remember to call my sister-in-law tomorrow morning. She has been worried about you and was afraid that something might happen to you, so she asked me to come out and find you..."

Hearing this, Beau Wright's deep eyes moved slightly. The expression on his handsome face unconsciously softened a little. A soft snort escaped from his thin lips, "Hm..."

Harriet Smith hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. Her tensed body finally relaxed.

Looking at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Unconsciously, it had been so long. It was not until this moment that she finally felt sleepy.

However, lying alone on the bed, she couldn't fall asleep. She always felt that something was missing and was not used to it.

Shaking her head, she turned around and still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that habit was really terrible!

The next morning.

It was still early, but Harriet Smith had already woken up. She had a light sleep all night, and she would wake up if there was a little movement.

She opened her eyes and looked out of the window. The sky was still gray.

With a sigh, she sat up from the bed, put on her clothes, and then tried to get out of bed and fell to the ground.

After all, she had recuperated for several days and the pain had subsided a lot. At this moment, she only felt a little pain, which was not serious.

Anyway, she couldn't fall asleep in bed, so she might as well go out for a walk and have some activities. She could also go to the hospital. She didn't know whether she was seriously ill or not.

Picking up the scarf and gloves, she slowly walked out of the room.

On the other side.

Mary Wright coughed twice and narrowed her eyes. At a glance, she met the man sitting by the bed.

He seemed to be very tired. His long body fell on the side of the bed and fell asleep.

She watched in a daze, momentarily lost in thought. This scene seemed to have returned to three years ago.

Three years ago, they were like this...

The scene of her calling at noon yesterday replayed in Mary Wright's mind. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

At that time, why didn't she control herself?

That phone call really shouldn't have been called, but at that time, she had lost control. It was just done instinctively!

When she was in danger, the first person that she could think of was him. It was him who could always be with her!

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw him. She was very relaxed, satisfied, and not depressed at all. She didn't feel empty at all.

She was really in a good mood...

It had been a long time since she felt so comfortable, and she had not experienced such a relaxed and comfortable mood for a long time.

Her gaze fell on his sleeping and handsome face. Mary Wright stared at him without blinking. She stared at him carefully, trying to remember every inch of his eyes and brows and describe them thousands of times.

For three whole years, she had never seen him so close. Compared with three years ago, he was more steady and mature at this time, just like the red wine after the accumulation, mellow and attractive.

With a movement of her body, Mary Wright slowly approached him. The heart in his chest was beating rapidly. She was like a thief.

She leaned down slightly and her red lips fell on his forehead, as light as feathers. She was afraid to disturb him and surprise him.

However, this scene just so happened to fall into the eyes of Harriet Smith, who pushed open the door and came in. Suddenly, she stood still like a statue.

Mary Wright was also stunned for a moment. For a moment, the atmosphere in the air seemed to have frozen. It didn't flow, as if it was dead silent.

They looked at each other from a distance.

Harriet Smith stared at Mary Wright, who was also looking at her. The distance between them was neither too far nor too close, but she could see it clearly...

At this point, no matter who it was, they didn't know what to say. Or rather, what to say after that...

As time passed, the two of them continued to act like that. They looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

In the end, Sykes Wright broke the silence. He scolded Harriet Smith first, "I'm not telling you not to move around. Do you still want your feet?"

After a long silence, Harriet Smith didn't hear what he was saying clearly. She just asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

Feeling a little helpless, Sykes Wright repeated again, "Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. I've recovered a lot. Otherwise, how could I have come here from the room?" Harriet Smith made up a smile.

It wasn't until then that Sykes Wright was relieved. He asked in surprise, "Why are you standing here and not going in?"

As he spoke, he passed her and looked into the room. His aunt had woken up, and his brother seemed to have opened his eyes slightly.

"No, I just came here." She avoided the heavy consequences and suppressed the thoughts in her heart first.

While they were talking, Beau Wright's tall body sat up from the bedside. There were still a few traces of blood in his eyes, and his tiredness had not disappeared a little.

"Is your foot healed?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at Harriet Smith. Then, his eyes landed on her feet, and stared at her.

Harriet Smith nodded. "It's about time. I didn't feel any pain when I walked here from the room."

"Let the doctor check again. The medicine should be changed. Whether you can leave or not is not up to you..."

His voice was low and deep, with a unique hoarse tone of just waking up. It was attractive but tough and irresistible.

After a while, a doctor and a nurse came in. On one side, the doctor checked on Mary Wright's condition, and on the other side, the nurse checked on Harriet Smith's injury.

Fortunately, both of them were in good condition and were fine.