You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 22 The Decision Is Right or Wrong

His palm was burning hot. Her body trembled slightly. Could she believe him?

After a long time, Harriet Smith slowly calmed down. She asked, "Why do you want to marry me?"

She was not an 18 or 19-year-old girl.

He was wealthy and perfect. In Tranton, she was just an ordinary teacher. They had only met five or six

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The only thing they talked about was that they got drunk and had sex in one night.

Did he fall in love with her at the first sight?

It was absolutely impossible! Thinking about it, she found it ridiculous!

Then, why should he marry her?

After being silent for seconds, he said calmly.

"There is such a reason. I need a person to get married. I don't hate you. So you are the one..."

Looking into his eyes, Harriet Smith felt the sense of loneliness lingering in him, as well as some

indescribable complicated emotions.

When she looked carefully again, Beau Wright had already let go of her hand. He said lowly and

sharply, "You have one night to think about it. Give me an answer tomorrow. If you agree, we will marry.

If you don't agree, that’s ok, but you have to go to the hospital.

“……” Harriet Smith was silent. She really needed to think about it carefully.

"Also." He paused for a moment and warned her, "Don't think about running away. You'd better not do

useless things. It was a waste of time."

Voice dropped, he left.

After struggling for a whole day, the matter finally came to an end.

She took her luggage back to school without worrying.

At night.

Harriet Smith put the noodles on the table, thinking to herself.

The development of the matter was completely beyond her expectation, which was caught off guard.

She had thought about getting married, but she had never thought about marrying Beau Wright in her

life!

He was not joking, and indeed she wanted to keep the child. It seemed that his proposal was the best

way to solve this matter.

While eating the hot noodles, she thought of his words, and his low voice rang in her ears without

warning.

I want to marry someone, and I don't hate you. You're the right one...

Her heart palpitated quickly. She shook her head and said to herself, "Marriage is a simple thing for

him. As long as he doesn't hate it, he can get married to someone."

She thought that only if there is some feeling between the two can they get married.

Obviously, his views were much simpler than hers...

However, she felt that there seemed to be some complicated emotions in his eyes, and she could not

fall for it...

The next morning.

The sky was still dark, and the wind blew branches. It became colder.

The black Land Rover stopped downstairs, and there were a lot of cigarette butts outside the car.

Obviously, He had been waiting for a while.

Beau Wright put his left hand on the steering wheel, took out his mobile phone with his right hand, and

called her.

After a long time, someone answered. She said with a strong nasal voice, "Hello?"

"You have five minutes. Come here or I'll go upstairs." He frowned and said simply.

He never liked to wait, but today was an exception. He had been waiting for more than half an hour. He

was running out of patience.

Harriet Smith was so astonished that she woke up in an instant and took a deep breath. "How..." How

could it be him?

"In five minutes, if you agree, come downstairs with your household register and ID card quickly. If you

don't agree, we will go to the hospital now. There are still four minutes left..."

Beau Wright reminded her again, and then hung up the phone.

Thinking of her deep breath, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Was he really so terrible?

There was only one minute left before Harriet Smith appeared in front of him. She gritted her teeth and

opened the car door.

Her hair was still tilted up, and there was still something on the corner of her mouth...

Beau Wright was stunned for a moment, but it only took him a moment to recover.

“What is the great hurry? Are you going to the next cycle of life !” She was so angry because she

couldn't sleep well. Her attitude was a little unfriendly.

She stayed up last night. She had been woken up before dawn and had been threatened. She was not

in a good mood!

The cold wind blew on her face. She shook her shoulders and sat in the back seat spontaneously.

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes, said slowly, "You are not afraid of me now..."

"I have never been afraid of you before. I just don't want to have anything to do with you." Harriet Smith

replied naturally.

He glanced at her and stretched out his hand. "I asked you to get prepared."

Harriet Smith didn't like his confident tone very much, as if she was his prey. She frowned and looked

at him. She deliberately provoked him, "Why do you think I will promise you?"

"If you don't agree, you can not sleep..." He laughed it off with his eyes narrowed lazily. Her emotions

were expressed on her face, so there was no need to guess.

Then, he paused a bit, and then he continued, "Also, your attitude towards me can be so casual, you

dare to lose your temper in front of me..."

She was speechless. Why was this person so sensitive?

Hesitating for a while, she handed him everything angrily.

After starting the car, the black Land Rover poured out the parking space and drove forward.

Sitting in the back seat, she looked out of the window with her hands crossed. She was a little nervous

and at a loss. Did she do the right or wrong thing?

But things had come to this point, there was no need to think too much.

It was better to take one step forward and think about what would happen in the future later.

After the car drove forward for a while, Beau Wright's eyes swept over her mouth. He said, "Are you

sure you want to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with your current appearance?"

She didn't notice the difference in her face. She frowned and asked coldly, "What? Mr.Wright, don't you

think it's too late to consider this now?"

"Since Miss Smith doesn't mind, I naturally have no reason to mind..." He didn't have any emotional

fluctuations about her excitement.

Harriet Smith couldn't understand what he meant. She asked in confusion, "What do you

mean?"