You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 92 Brother, Where Are You Going?

Being stared at by him, she was a little unnatural. She looked away and said, "I didn't forget to take

this."

"What?" Beau Wright's gloomy eyes were still fixed on her.

She took out the amulet from the pocket of her coat and said, "I went to the temple to ask for it at noon.

Please give me your arm."

Beau Wright handed his arm to her and stared at her every movement.

Her fingers were soft, but a little cold. She lowered her head and carefully tied the peach wood amulet

to his wrist. She smiled and said, "It's really suitable."

Beau Wright raised his long and narrow eyebrows and stared at the dark red peach wood amulet on his

wrist. He doubted if this thing matched him.

Harriet Smith had been observing his expression. Seeing his expression, she said, "If you don't like it,

just take it down."

Hearing this, Sykes Wright nodded excitedly and agreed, "I like it. Take it down and give it to me,

brother!"

"It looks pretty cool..." A sentence came out of his thin lips. He stared at the dark red peach wood

amulet for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more pleased he felt. Not bad, his mood had never

been so good before.

Mary Wright's expression suddenly changed, in an instant, she returned to normal, but her heart was

already suffering from terrifying waves.

Beau Wright turned his eyes and inadvertently saw the delicate box in the bag on her leg. He narrowed

his eyes and stretched out his big hand.

Harriet Smith froze for a moment, looking at his hand. She didn't know what he was going to do.

However, the next second, his big hand suddenly picked up the bag on her leg and reached for the

delicate gift box.

She suddenly came to her senses and quickly reached out to grab it.

However, as soon as Beau Wright stretched out his long arms, Harriet Smith's hands missed her target. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Their actions looked extremely intimate, as if they were flirting.

Seeing their actions, Mary Wright clenched his fists. Her body trembled slightly and never stopped.

With a hook of his slender fingers, he took out the gift box and opened it. The same wallet came into

view.

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and looked at the other wallet next to his left hand. His body was a little

stiff and his eyes were dark.

Not only he, but also Mary Wright, Sykes Wright, and Lainey Brown were stunned.

No one expected that they would buy the same wallet!

Harriet Smith was a little angry. She lifted her foot and secretly stepped on him under the table.

When Sykes Wright came to his senses, his eyes moved and he said, "It's an identical wallet. Anyway,

Beau doesn't need two each. Just give me one."

Without saying a word, Beau Wright moved his left hand and threw the wallet there to Sykes Wright.

In fact, it was just an unintentional move, but in Mary Wright's eyes, it had obviously become another

thing, it's meaningful.

That was because the wallet on his left was sent by her.

He threw that purse he had given it to Sykes so casually, leaving the one Harriet Smith sent.

She had been thinking about today in her mind for so long, and she chose the gift in the afternoon, but

ended up like this.

Her heart seemed to have been forcibly stirred by something. Every breath she took was accompanied

by unspeakable pain and unwillingness.

The emotions that had been accumulating for a long time finally burst out. She gritted her teeth, took

out her mobile phone, and put it under the table.

At this moment, the phone vibrated. Harriet Smith took out her phone and saw that it was a call from

Senya.

During this time, Senya was the one she was most worried about. She was afraid that something would

happen to her. She got up and said, "I'll answer the phone first."

Then, she directly walked out of the revolving restaurant.

Under the table, Mary Wright's white and slender fingers were moving quickly, editing the text message

and choosing to send it.

Her actions were very secretive, so Sykes Wright and Lainey Brown did not notice. Then she got up

and said that she was going to the bathroom.

However, when she left, she took a deep look at Beau Wright, which was full of meaning.

When Beau Wright's narrowed eyes fell on the dark red peach wood on his wrist, a slight vibration

came from his suit pants. He raised his big hand, took out his mobile phone, and clicked it on.

It was a text message sent by Mary Wright. It was short and efficient.

I'll wait for you in front of the bathroom!

With gloomy eyes, Beau Wright quietly put the phone back. With a calm face, he pushed the chair

away and got up.

"Brother, where are you going?" Sykes Wright took a sip of red wine and asked in confusion.

His footsteps did not pause for a moment, but his magnetic voice floated over. "I drank too much tea.

I'm going to the bathroom..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure stepped out.

Sykes Wright and Lainey Brown did not notice the atmosphere changed around them.

At the bathroom door,

Mary Wright stood there, pacing back and forth. Her face was very gloomy, as if she had something

heavy on her mind.

She knew very well that if this continued, she would definitely be driven crazy.

The top floor had been completely booked by Lainey Brown. Therefore, except for them, no one else

would appear here, including the bathroom.

However, she was not sure whether he would come or not...

That was why the only thing she could do now was to wait quietly.

, every minute and second seemed to be so torturous for her.

After a while, when the black suit came into her view, the depression and anxiety on Mary Wright's

delicate face disappeared in an instant.

Slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, like a delicate flower blooming after a storm.

After a while, Beau Wright approached her. His eyes fell on her, calm and emotionless. He opened his

thin lips and said, "What's the matter?"

In the hotel's safe passage.

Holding the phone, Harriet Smith frowned and her hand kept pinching her eyebrows.

Well, Senya was crying again...

"Harriet, I've been living a peaceful life these days, and I've tried my best to forget about it. I didn't

mention it. It's so calm that even I'm surprised myself, but I feel very depressed. It's as if I'm going to

explode. I want to drink. Come to my place, okay?"

Sometimes, it was not a good thing to suppress it too much, because it only looked so calm on the

surface, without a sign.

However, as long as a vent was found, the dam would be crushed, impossible to stop.

"Senya, you can't go on like this. If you still want to live with him, you must learn to relax and change

your state."

"I know all of this, but that thing is like a fishbone stuck in my throat. I can't spit it out or swallow it. It

hurts and makes me uncomfortable."