You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 32 You're Really Taken advantage of

However, Grace George's chest heaved violently, and all her anger was concentrated there.

Since Beau Wright had already responded, who would dare to continue making trouble?

"What a pity! Tsk tsk!" Lavinia George was amazed by his gentle tone.

Kayson George snorted discontentedly, "I was almost exhausted to death that night in the bridal

chamber. Isn't Beau Wright's punishment too easy?"

With a chuckle, he said lazily and elegantly, "What do you want?"

Kayson George gave a quiet cough and changed the subject. "How about playing billiards?"

Arthur Andrew looked at him and smiled faintly. "You're gutless!"

"Do you have the guts to give it a try?" Kayson George looked at him provocatively.

"I'll try again after I get married..." Arthur Andrew took it for granted. He was afraid of those pranks that

night in the bridal chamber.

Kayson George rolled his eyes grumpily. "Come on, Let's not laugh at each other!"

Then, Beau Wright, Arthur Andrew, and Kayson George began to play billiards while the woman sat on

the sofa and chatted.

After a while, Beau Wright got up and strode out.

Kayson George raised his head and asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"The toilet..." His deep voice drifted in.

Glancing over there, Grace George lowered her eyes and a dark light flashed quickly. Then she said to

Harriet Smith, "Harriet, I'm going to the bathroom..."

Following behind him, Grace George deliberately kept a distance from him, neither too far nor too

close, so that she would not be discovered.

Standing behind the green flowers in front of the toilet, she waited quietly.

She used to treat Harriet Smith as her best and closest friend.

But now, she didn't think so.

If Harriet Smith had treated her as her best friend, she wouldn't have lied to her today!

She had not slept well for a long time for the sake of her brother!

Moreover, she had already begged her, but Harriet Smith still had no kindness.

She was already married to Mrs. Wright, but when she faced her, Harriet Smith said that they were not

familiar with each other. They had only seen each other a few times.

"If you didn't want to help me, just say it. Why did you deliberately treat me like a fool?"

Were there difficulties for marriage?

This was probably the funniest joke Grace George had ever heard! How ironic!

If Harriet Smith didn't help, did she think that Grace George wouldn't ask Mr. Wright herself?

Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists and glanced at the tall figure out of the corner of her eye. She

took a deep breath and suppressed those restless emotions.

Watching him getting closer and closer, Grace George's heart beat faster and faster, nervousness,

uneasiness, shyness, and excitement filled her whole chest.

She stepped forward and whispered nervously, "Mr. Wright..."

Beau Wright paused and lifted his head. His eyes were deep as he spoke in a faint voice, "Miss

George..."

Grace George's heart skipped a beat. She felt her mouth and tongue dry, but she didn't forget her

business. "Mr. Wright, can you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?" Beau Wright's eyes paused for a moment, and he slightly raised his chin, indicating for her to

continue.

"... It's my brother. You met him once in the bar. He... he was taken away by Jordan Moulton again.

Now I don't know whether he's alive or dead. Can Mr. Wright help me help him out?"

After hesitating for a long time, she said word by word with difficulty.

"If you agree, I can do anything..."

This was an invitation from a woman to a man...

Grace George lowered her gaze. She did not dare to look into his deep eyes, as if he could understand

people's hearts.

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and looked at her. It was as dark as a whirlpool. She couldn't see the

end of it. His eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

No one knew what he was thinking at this time...

Grace George could clearly feel the look in his eyes. As she finally spoke, she became even more

nervous.

It was as tight as a string, broken with a single pull...

After a long while, there was no sound, only silence in the air. This undoubtedly made Grace George's

heart tenser.

But there was a voice in her mind saying, "This is the only chance for her to get close to Mr. Wright.

Once she let it go, in the future..."

The intention that emerges is clearer and stronger at the same time!

Anyway, at this time, there's no other way. Moreover, she did not regret her decision, but was happy!

She was satisfied with being with such a man.

Clenching his teeth and taking a deep breath, Grace George stretched out his hand and suddenly

hugged Beau Wright from behind, tightly but excitedly...

If it was a hint last time, then it was a blatant invitation this time!

Although there was a black coat between them, Grace George could clearly feel that the abdominal

muscles of her hands were so strong that her face turned red and her heart beat fast.

It was the first time that she was so close to him, and her nose was full of his breath.

She felt that she couldn't breathe. She was so obsessed with everything about him...

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled her hand away without leaving a trace. His voice

was much deeper than before.

"You are Mrs. Wright's friend. Of course, I will help you..."

Hearing this, Grace George was overjoyed. He agreed! He actually agreed!

"Even without Harriet Smith, I can still do it. Mr. Wright has feelings for me!"

However, when she recalled his words again, she froze. The joy faded away, and her face turned pale.

Instead, she felt embarrassed.

Miss George is Mrs. Wright's friend. Of course, I will help you...

He would help her only because she was Harriet Smith's friend.

In an instant, all the embarrassment surrounded her. Her cheeks were as red as blood and she could

not raise her head. This was the most embarrassing moment in her life.

Especially in front of him.

"You're Mrs. Wright's friend. I don't need to remind you. I'll pretend that nothing happened just now. I

hope there won't be a second time, Miss George..."

Beau Wright's voice was light, distant, and indifferent.

After that, he turned around and left without looking at her again, with coldness in his eyes...

Only Grace George was still standing here. Her cheeks were burning as if she had been slapped by

someone, numb and painful.

When she returned to the private room, Harriet Smith, Senya, and Lavinia George were still chatting,

so no one noticed anything strange about her.

Lavinia George's blood boiled and her eyes turned red. "Mr. Wright is too man! He's such perfect. How

did you do it?"

Senya also praised him. She was too powerful!

Speaking of this, Harriet Smith gritted her teeth. "It's all because of you!"

Lavinia George was confused. "What's wrong with me?"

"The night when Senya got married. Where did you go after you dragged me into the room?"

"I left there. The point is, what happened next?"

"Then he got drunk, went to the wrong room, and then got into the wrong bed. Lavinia George, I really

want to strangle you!" Harriet Smith's cheeks were a bit hot. She grinded her teeth! All because of her!

Lavinia George gave a cry of surprise.

"How could I miss such a romantic and beautiful encounter? That's too good for you!" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.