You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 83 Happy New Year, Mr. Wright

Arthur coughed lightly and took a few deep breaths. "I'm going to suffocate to death. How's the

situation over there?"

Beau shrugged, indicating that he didn't know anything too. Looking at Kayson, he frowned and said,

"Can you solve the problem by sitting here and smoking?"

"Then Beau Wright, give him some advice."

"No. one, discuss it and solve the problem peacefully. No. two, divorce..."

However, before he could finish his words, Kayson suddenly stood up from the sofa and said excitedly,

"I won't divorce! Never!"

At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside. Senya stood at the door.

She just glanced at Kayson coldly and then left!

Kayson quickly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and chased after her. He looked even more

cautious and did not even dare to call her name.

In the final analysis, who else could be to blame for what he had done except himself?

By the time they returned to the House of Wright, it was already dark. Along the way, Harriet didn't say

anything and seemed to be lost in thought.

Beau looked at her a few times, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing.

Mary stood in front of the French window and saw two dazzling white lights coming in. She looked over.

The car door opened and Beau and Harriet walked down one after the other.

She quickly walked out of the room. But when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped.

Even if she went down to the living room, what could she say or do?

"It's all useless. Why bother?"

She stopped abruptly and clenched her fists. Mary turned around and sat back on the sofa.

Harriet felt so tired with both her body and mind. She didn't want to say a word and walked straight into

the bathroom.

Beau stopped at the coffee table and bent down slightly to pick up the mobile phone. He saw that there

were five missed calls on the screen.

He sat down on the sofa and started to read the call number. Three were Arthur, and the other two

were... Mary...

His expression became gloomy in an instant, falling his fingers on the name that appeared on the

screen. No one could tell what he was thinking.

Footsteps came from the bathroom. Harriet walked out and saw him looking at his mobile phone. She

asked curiously, "Is anyone calling?"

Beau put the phone back into his suit pocket calmly and slightly smiled. "Have you done?"

"Yeah, you can have a bath now. The water is ready." Harriet was wiping her wet hair.

Beau nodded and strode into the bathroom. It was too hard to figure out his real thoughts from his calm

face.

After lying in the bed, Harriet still couldn't fall asleep. She turned on her mobile phone and saw that

there were a lot of blessing messages. She replied to a few of them and then sent a text message to All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Senya.

After a long time, there was no reply. She was a little worried and texted Lavinia to see if she know

Senya's current situation.

As soon as she sent it out, she felt the bed sag on the other side. The man had already come up. He

said in a deep and pleasant voice. "Mrs. Wright, happy New Year..."

Harriet also smiled. She said softly, "Mr. Wright, happy New Year."

In the end, even she didn't expect that after a whole day, they finally remembered to say "Happy New

Year" to each other.

Moreover, why did it feel so funny for a couple to say happy New Year face to face?

There was a hint of a smile in Beau Wright's eyes. He raised his big hand and flicked it on her

forehead. "Sleep, Mrs. Wright..."

That time, it was neither too light nor too heavy. Harriet Smith's heart softened. She lay down, closed

her eyes, and smiled lightly.

In the new year, except for Senya, who made her feel tired and distressed, she actually had a good

time this year...

The next morning.

Mary Wright woke up very early and strolled around the back garden at 6:30. In fact, she didn't sleep all

night last night.

It was complete sleeplessness. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't fall asleep either.

She looked up and saw the tall and straight figure coming from afar.

At 6:30 a.m. every morning, he would run in the back garden. This habit had never changed for more

than ten years.

Beau Wright ran forward along the winding path in the garden, as if he were flying and as graceful as a

lion.

Mary Wright stared at his figure quietly, watching him get closer and closer, and then come to her side.

However, it seemed that he did not see her, and there was not even a ripple in his eyes. Just as he was

about to pass her, she said, "Beau!"

Beau Wright's eyes fell on her, and then he said calmly, "Aunt, what's the matter?"

Looking at him like this, Mary Wright felt a little nervous. She secretly mocked herself.

In the end, she didn't know what to say. Her hands, which were hanging by her sides, tightened slightly.

Obviously, she felt that her situation was getting worse and worse.

After a long while, she said somewhat unnaturally and nervously, "Happy New Year..."

Without saying a word, Beau Wright looked at her with his eyes fixed on her as if he wanted to see

through her.

The two of them were so close, and he was staring at her like this. Mary Wright, who had always been

calm, was a little panicked. She looked away and no longer looked at him.

Seeing that she was at a loss, he looked away meaningfully and said, "Happy New Year, aunt..."

It was as if his voice had intentionally or unintentionally emphasized the last word.

The two of them staggered, and Mary Wright fell on the bench. Her beating heart gradually calmed

down. She stared at his back disappearing from her sight.

Then, she sat there motionless and looked serious, as if she was thinking about something very

important...

After breakfast, today was the second day of the New Year. According to tradition, they should go back

to their parents' home.

Harriet Smith tidied up her things and was about to leave when Beau Wright changed his clothes and

looked at her. "Let's go..."

"Do you know where to go?" Harriet Smith frowned.

"In the eyes of Mrs. Wright, I am that ignorant, huh?" He raised his voice, wrapped his arms around her

body, and took her out of the room.

The car had been started. The two of them got in the car. The gifts they should bring had been

prepared and were placed in the back seat of the car.

Harriet Smith couldn't help glancing at him again. "This man's manners are really good..."

However, she really didn't expect that he would go back to her home with her...

She tilted her head slightly and stared at his profile, probing.

"After observing for a while, Mrs. Wright, what do you think of this face?" He turned the steering wheel

with his left hand and curled his lips.

"Nice looking. I like." Harriet Smith's heartbeat sped up, and her cheeks were slightly red. She coughed

softly to cover up her unnatural feeling.

"It's just that I have nice looking? I thought that in the eyes of Mrs. Wright, Mr. Wright's face is beautiful

enough..."