You Are My Mr Wright novel Chapter 73

"He was the one who ate the apple with Harriet. They've been gone for a long time. Maybe they're home now."

The aura emanating from his body instantly became cold. Beau Wright's eyes were unusually deep, without a trace of warmth, as cold as ice...

Camilla Kents naturally felt the coolness, and her body couldn't help trembling.

Without another word, he pursed his thin lips and walked directly out of the Charmed Bar.

As he walked, there was a gust of cold wind blowing on her face, and Camilla Kents’ shoulders shrank.

But then again, wasn't the relationship between Mr. Wright and Harriet a little abnormal?

She felt there was something fishy between them.

The car stopped in front of the residential building. Harriet Smith said, "Thank you!"

"We're friends. It is my pleasure." Peter Johns smiled purely.

Seeing this, Harriet Smith also smiled. Peter Johns has not changed much at all compared to his high school days.

He was still as honest as before. Moreover, when he saw a woman, he would still get shy.

"I'll go back first. Be careful on the way home." She reminded him, then pushed the door open and walked down.

Peter Johns also quickly got out of the car, stepped forward, and stopped in front of her in a few steps. He was a little uneasy and nervous.

Harriet Smith was puzzled. She looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong, Peter?"

However, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. His name was too special. She felt awkward and funny every time she called him that.

Under the night sky, the smile on her face was like the bright moonlight, which was so bright and attractive.

Especially when she called Peter Johns, his heart beat faster and his face was a little flushed, which was very inconsistent with his strong and tall body.

"I... I have something to say to you..." He said.

"Okay, go ahead."

Harriet Smith knew what he wanted to say, but she didn't stop him. She could only refuse him if he told her what he wanted to say.

Peter Johns was undoubtedly nervous. After hesitating for a while, he slowly said.

"Harriet, I love you. I've loved you since high school. When I met you at the park yesterday, I felt so lucky. How could I be so lucky?”

Harriet Smith said softly, "Peter..."

However, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Peter Johns. He said it in one go without any pause.

"My house in Tranton is 120 square meters, and my car is $28,500. My bank deposit is $71,400, and my monthly salary is $700. Harriet, if I want to marry you, can you accept it?"

He had never pursued a girl, and he was a little shy. He had no idea how to make a girl happy.

Therefore, he could only pursue her in the most correct way he thought.

Harriet Smith looked at his sincere and dark eyes. These words were simple, but enough to tempt a woman.

But at this time, a low and cold voice interrupted, "Do you think she can accept?"

She turned her eyes and saw that the man was already standing beside her. His expression was unfathomable. There was a cigarette between his fingers, and smoke was curling around.

Peter Johns was stunned and looked over. It turned out to be the man in the Charmed Bar. He still looked domineering, noble, and extraordinary.

However, he didn't flinch at all. He puffed up his chest and asked, "Why can't Harriet accept?"

Beau Wright stared at Harriet Smith and sneered. Although he was elegant, he was even more dangerous like a cheetah. "Harriet, how intimate you are!"

Peter Johns met his eyes and said, "Mr. Wright, you have nothing to do with Harriet. No matter how I address her; it has nothing to do with you, doesn't it?"

"It has nothing to do with me?" Beau Wright's handsome face was unusually cold. "She is pregnant with my child and has been for two months. Is this still nothing to do with me?"

Upon hearing this, Peter Johns was stunned like a stone and unable to recover from its shock.

She was pregnant with his child... It had been two months...

After a long while, he found it hard to accept and said. "Harriet, is this true?"

"You don't believe me?" Beau Wright's big hand slowly stroked Harriet Smith's face. He looked down at her expressionlessly, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces!

After a long time, he sneered. "Do you want to see our marriage certificate?"

Harriet Smith tilted her face and avoided his hand. Her eyes were calm and indifferent, but she didn't refute his words.

Such an action obviously annoyed Beau Wright even more. He stretched out his big hand and hooked it around her slender waist.

Then, he leaned over, lowered his head, and kissed her hard. He was so crazy that Harriet Smith felt that he wanted to swallow her lips.

Her body was even more so tightly bound in his sturdy long arms, so she was unable to move at all.

His move was so sudden that she did not anticipate it. Aside, Peter Johns was still there, but Beau...

Harriet Smith struggled to break free. However, he was like a hungry beast, biting and pestering her, refusing to let go.

She finally became angry. She bit his lower lip hard with her white teeth. It was not until the faint smell of blood dispersed from their mouths that he finally let go.

Harriet Smith immediately took a few steps back to keep a distance between them, and her heart beat faster.

Peter Johns’ hands, which were hanging by his side, clenched tightly. The veins on the back of his hand stood out. He glared at Beau Wright angrily and asked, "Harriet, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. What he said just now is true. Peter, off you go!"

Upon hearing this, the face of Peter Johns immediately became depressed. If she hadn't said by herself, he would have kept a hope.

Now, the hope was completely broken!

"I'll leave after you go upstairs!" He was still worried.

"I am fine. You can go. We'll keep in touch later."

They are, after all, a couple. And even if they had a quarrel, it's not his turn to interfere.

Feeling helpless and disappointed, Peter Johns nodded, started the black car, and then left.

"In touch later? Your life is too comfortable, right?" He stared at her fiercely. His thin lips were stained with blood, which made him look more and more fierce.

Harriet Smith raised her head and looked into his eyes. "It's not up to you to comment on my affairs..."

"I have no right to comment, so who does? Peter Johns?" Beau Wright sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Mr. Wright, did you forget what you said so soon?"