You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 15 Mr. Wright, I Don't Have Time

A moment later.

Grace George helped Eric George to the back seat and then helped Harriet Smith, who was drunk, sit

in the passenger seat.

"The address?" He asked Grace George, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Happiness Community." Grace George answered in a hurry.

The black Land Rover started. The car was silent except for the sound of a few people breathing.

Harriet Smith was so drunk that her head was very uncomfortable, as if it was going to explode. Her

stomach was rolling. She closed her eyes and said weakly, "Can you open the window a little?" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"You were very heroic when you were drinking. Why are you so weak now?"

Staring at the road, Beau Wright turned the steering wheel to the right and turned around. His deep

voice contained a hint of sarcasm.

Leaning against the car window, Harriet Smith raised her hand and rubbed her unusually painful

temple. "When I was drinking, Mr. Wright was already in the bar. Are you just looking on?"

Raising his eyebrows, Beau Wright drove without saying anything.

As soon as he entered the bar, he saw the scene Harriet Smith and Jordan Moulton were talking about.

He was a little interested, so he did look on from the side.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Wright." She shook her head with sarcasm.

The corners of Beau Wright's lips curled into a smile. He didn't say anything, and his eyes were as

deep as the sea.

Grace George sat in the back seat and listened to their words. She could not say a word in edgewise

and could only keep silent.

However, when did Harriet get familiar with Beau Wright?

When her eyes met the man's perfect profile again, Grace George was moved and her mind was in a

mess.

After a while, the car stopped downstairs of the Happiness Community. Grace George first helped Eric

George upstairs, and then came down to pick up Harriet Smith.

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Wright." Harriet Smith said as she unfastened her seat belt with one hand.

Turning around, Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "Why do I feel that Miss Smith's

gratitude is a little insincere?"

"That's just Mr. Wright's illusion. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you very much!"

"Miss Smith was angry that I saved you at the last moment?"

Harriet Smith shook her head and said sincerely, "No, Mr. Wright and I are neither relatives nor friends.

Even if you don't save me, it is reasonable."

With his lips curled, Beau Wright supported himself on the steering wheel with one arm. His eyes were

as mellow as red wine, and his voice was slow. "Miss Smith's righteous words are very charming..."

It was indeed very interesting. Her back was straight, and her face was serious. Her fair cheeks were

red, and her pink lips were wriggling...

"That's why Mr. Wright was able to see through everything?"

She asked in return and laughed out loud. "Mr. Wright, you are really good at joking, and your joke is so

absurd!"

As soon as she stopped speaking, the low voice overshadowed her. "Don't you believe me? Do you

want me to show it?"

"A performance?" "Performance what?" Harrit frowned. She couldn't understand his words.

With his body moving forward, Beau Wright's big hand clasped the back of her head, and his thin lips

directly held her soft lips.

Her legs went limp, and she was stunned on the spot. Then she reacted, bit his lips fiercely, and quickly

got out of the car while he was in pain.

Standing outside the car window, she looked at him, gritted her teeth, and said, "Mr. Wright, please

don't flirt with the teachers anymore!"

Then, holding up the soft and dizzy body, she walked forward quickly. But Beau raised his eyebrows

and curled his thin lips slightly.

Why can't I flirt with the teachers? The taste of flirting with teachers is really good...

Well, her small mouth tasted as delicious as before...

Because she had drunk a lot, she fell asleep on the bed. After a while, she lost consciousness.

She really couldn't bear it anymore. After holding on for so long, as soon as she relaxed her vigilance,

she collapsed...

The next morning.

She slowly narrowed her eyes and picked up her phone in a daze to check the time. However, as soon

as she moved, a warm current flowed out of her body.

She suddenly sobered up. She quickly opened the bedside table, took out a sanitary towel, walked into

the bathroom, and took off the pants. The color of the blood was a little pale, not as red as usual.

After putting on the sanitary towel, she frowned. Usually, she would come on the fourth or fifth day of

the month. Why did it come a week earlier this time?

However, it was normal for her period to be delayed a week earlier or a week later, so she did not think

much about it.

She had drunk too much yesterday, and now she could feel the pain of dizziness in her head as if she

had been pricked by a needle.

Fortunately, it was Sunday today, so she didn't have to go to work. She could have a good sleep and

rest.

Lying on the bed, the scene from last night suddenly appeared in her mind. He pressed down on her

body and kissed her wantonly...

Her cheeks were a little hot, and she let out a sigh of relief. He was really casual to kiss her!

Could a teacher of the people be so casually molested?

She decided to stay away from this dangerous man in the future...

Just then, a cell phone rang. It was from Grace George.

"Harriet, can you call Mr. Wright for me? I want to invite him for a meal."

She sat up and poured a cup of warm water. "I already thanked him yesterday."

"After all, Mr. Wright has helped us a lot. It's just a verbal message. I don't think it's sincere. Otherwise,

you can call me, or I can find a restaurant. It's settled. Let's invite him to dinner together in the

afternoon. I'll hang up first!"

Before she could say anything, the phone had been hung up. Harriet felt it was a bit difficult to do.

She didn't want to make a phone call, but she couldn't ignore Grace George's request.

He had helped a lot, so it was reasonable to treat him to a meal.

After thinking for a while, she decided to fight. She didn't like to owe others a favor...

After asking for Sykes Wright's phone number and thinking about what to say, she called him. After a

while, the phone was connected.

She said directly, "Thank you very much for what happened last night. I was going to invite you to

dinner today, but I know that you are a big shot. You have a lot of time to deal with every day. You

definitely don't have time."

However, before she could finish her sentence, the low voice interrupted her. "I have time. Where shall

we eat?"