You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 76 Thank You for Your Gift

Thinking of what had happened last night, she hesitated for a moment and picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Harriet, are you free at noon? I want to treat you to a meal." Peter Johns said.

"Okay, you decide the restaurant, and then tell me." Harriet Smith agreed immediately. She felt that she

had always owed him an apology.

She didn't stay in the House of Wright any longer. She told the servants not to make her lunch at noon

and then went out.

She had an appointment with Peter Johns to meet in front of a coffee shop. He wore a green police

uniform, which made him look taller, more dignified, and more righteous.

It was the first time she had seen him wear formal clothes. It was really good.

"Hello, Officer Peter." She smiled and bowed to him a little naughtily.

Hearing this, Peter Johns was a little unnatural. “Harriet, don't make fun of me. It's too cold. Come in

and have a seat."

The coffee shop was very warm. As soon as Harriet Smith walked in, she felt hot and wanted to take

off her coat.

Seeing this, Peter Johns stopped her. "You're pregnant now, and you're not as usual. It's better to put

on your coat."

"You're really thoughtful." Harriet Smith smiled and didn't take off her clothes. She sat down in the

private room and said, "I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Peter Johns was slightly stunned. Then, he rubbed his hands and said with uneasiness,

“I’m the one who should say sorry. I didn't figure out the situation, so I boldly said those words. Did I

scare you?"

Harriet Smith shook her head. "Peter, you are honest and steady. I really appreciate you."

Obviously, Peter Johns was even more embarrassed after being praised. "Thank you. No matter what, I

still owe you an apology."

The beauty in his heart was already married. Although he was very disappointed, he should still bless

her.

"Don't be so polite. We can be friends. Do you have any requirements for your girlfriend?"

Peter Johns rubbed his hands and said, "I don't have any objections... I feel... as long as we can get

along well with each other..."

Harriet Smith smiled and picked up her phone to call Camilla Kents. She said that she wanted to invite

her to have coffee, so Camilla Kents agreed immediately.

After a while, Camilla Kents rushed over. When she saw Peter Johns, she blinked at her.

Harriet Smith went straight to the point and asked Camilla Kents directly, "What do you think of Peter

Johns?"

Camilla Kents answered directly, "Straightforward."

Hearing this, she looked at Peter Johns and asked, "What do you think of Camilla?"

"Open, frank." Peter Johns was as real as ever.

Harriet Smith slammed her hands on the table and looked at them. “You are a perfect match. Do you

want to try dating?"

Camilla Kents took off her coat and sat down on the sofa. She ignored her and asked, “Harriet, what's

your relationship with Mr. Wright?"

There was no need to hide the truth anymore. She said lightly, "We are a couple."

"F*ck! I saw him in the New World shopping mall this morning. He was inspecting his work. He's so

handsome. Why are you so lucky to have such a husband?" Camilla Kents looked envious.

"What's there to be envious of? Marriage is like a pair of shoes. Only you know whether it's

appropriate. Looking gorgeous doesn't mean you'll be comfortable."

Camilla Kents stared at her and said, "Why do I think you have a lot of feelings about your marriage?

Does he have a secret lover?"

Harriet Smith smiled faintly. "I'm just telling the truth."

"By the way, it's indeed a worry to marry such an outstanding man. There may be many women waiting

to seduce him. Be careful."

"It's getting late, so I'll go back first. You can sit down and chat for a while. Maybe you will fall in love

with each other." She changed the topic.

Camilla Kents twitched her eyebrows. They were all classmates. Why did such a blind date feel so

awkward?

Of course, Peter Johns was not much better than her. They kept looking at Harriet Smith and also

wanted to leave anxiously.

Seeing this, Harriet Smith couldn't help laughing. “She doesn't look scary. Officer Peter, why are you so

nervous?"

She patted the shoulder of Peter Johns a few times. Then, she left, leaving them alone. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The night screen has hung down.

Mary Wright was heating milk in the kitchen. She had lost sleep these days, so she didn't dare to drink

coffee anymore. If she drank more, she wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

After finishing that, she poured the milk into the cup, picked it up, and walked out of the kitchen.

She looked up and saw a man walking to the corner of the stairs, with a cosmetic box in his hand.

Who did he buy the cosmetics for?

Mary Wright's heart suddenly began beating quickly. She stared at him disappearing from her sight.

He went upstairs with the cosmetic box in his hand. Who else could he give it to? Of course, it was

Harriet Smith...

Her heart beat faster and faster. The glass of milk in her hand swayed a little, and she couldn't tell how

she felt.

Beau Wright opened the door, he saw a slender figure sitting in front of the dressing table, wearing a

mask on her face and playing with a laptop.

He walked over, coughed slightly, and threw the cosmetics in front of her unintentionally. Then he took

off his coat and hung it on the side.

Harriet Smith raised her head and glanced at the cosmetic box. Then, her gaze fell on the laptop. She

was playing a card game.

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and stood behind her, looking at her.

It was as if she had never seen the cosmetics box, but she was just playing games.

After a while, his slender fingers tapped on the table with a crisp sound, he wanted to attract her

attention. Then, his voice seemed to be a little unnatural.

"Mrs. Wright, the cosmetics are for you..."

Harriet Smith didn't raise her head but asked, "Who gave it to me?"

“……” Beau Wright glanced at her and sneered. "What do you think, Mrs. Wright?"

Since he had the cosmetics box, who else could have given them to her?

"Mr. Wright, are you sure it's for me, not for others? If I use it, it will be too late for you to regret it!"

Hearing this, Beau Wright showed a rare trace of annoyance. His voice also became low and cold, "I

don't seem to be drunk..."

"Oh, thank you." She looked calm, and her emotions did not change.

Beau Wright felt angry after he had been completely ignored by her and her perfunctory attitude. He

stood behind her.

There were also eight cards left.

He twitched his lips and narrowed his eyes. He deliberately said in a low voice, “Shift..."