You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 47 Do You Know What You Are Talking About?

The man in front of her was still vigorous and steady.

His body was long, and he was wearing a knee-length black coat, which made him look more slender,

handsome, and tall.

All the female tourists were attracted by him. Their eyes seemed to be glued to him, and some even

took out their mobile phones to secretly take photos.

She looked at the man who was attractive and shook her head. She couldn't move and slowed down.

After a while, there was a long distance between them.

Beau didn't hear the footsteps and gasps behind him. He stopped and turned around.

However, the woman sat directly on the steps and looked somewhere.

He frowned slightly and moved forward. He stretched out his big hand and pulled her up from the

ground. "If you didn't come to the Caleta Patillos, why didn't you leave?"

Harriet smiled and said, "I'm tired. I don't want to go. No one stipulated that I must climb to the top of

the Caleta Patillos. I think the scenery here is good."

His palms and fingers were hot and instantly warmed her hands.

At this time, a man holding a camera shouted as he walked, "Take photos, take photos. Is anyone

taking photos?"

"How?" Harriet stopped him and asked.

"Three photos for ten dollars. Do you want to take a photo?"

Harriet looked at Beau with a smile and called softly, "Mr. Wright."

Beau naturally knew what she had in mind, he raised his eyebrows, tugged his thin lips, and spat out

several words, "Take a picture yourself."

She had already guessed his answer, so she was not very disappointed.

After searching for a good view, Harriet stood there with a faint smile. She was very elegant and clean.

Not like some girls taking photos, or putting on strange postures, or pouting and making faces.

He looked over with his deep eyes and glanced at the quiet smile at the corner of her mouth. He felt

that the surroundings were so quiet and peaceful.

It was as if a stone had been thrown into his calm heart, causing ripples to appear...

The photo was quickly taken out. Harriet was very satisfied and handed Harriet Smith a photo. "Do you

want it, Mr. Wright?"

Beau raised his eyebrows and did not reach out to take it.

"You really don't want it? Maybe you will regret it in the future and regret that you didn't take the photo I

gave you, Mr. Wright."

She didn't mind. Smiling, she lowered her head and put the three photos into her wallet.

"Mrs. Wright, do you think it's possible?"

Harriet Smith asked, "Why not?"

Without saying anything, Beau Wright glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Continue to go or not?"

"Of course, let's go!"

However, not long after, when he thought of the photo that he had never taken, he smoked all night and

did not sleep all night...

Of course, that's just the next story.

In Butte County.

Mary Wright pulled his suitcase. The receptionist had been waiting for her for a long time. Seeing her,

the receptionist went up to her and took her suitcase. "Miss Wright, the dormitory is this way. Please

come with me."

After putting the suitcase in the dormitory, Marie Wright called out to the receptionist. "Where's Mr.

Wright?"

"In the office."

"Take me there."

The dormitory was only ten minutes away from the office. After knocking on the door and hearing the

response, Mary Wright walked in and called, "Cromwell."

Cromwell Wright raised his head from the document. "Coming over so soon?"

"I was supposed to report yesterday. It has been delayed for a day. Is it still fast?" Mary Wright sat

down on the sofa.

Although Cromwell Wright was already middle-aged, he was still handsome. He was tall and straight,

showing no sign of being fat.

"How's it going at home these days?"

"Since you're so curious, why don't you go back to the House of Wright yourself?"

Sitting opposite Cromwell Wright, Mary Wright took a sip of tea. "I've been too busy these days. I have

to build a factory in the county, so I don't have time to go back."

Seemingly thinking of something, Cromwell Wright paused the cup in his hand. "Do you know that

Beau is married?"

Mary Wright tightened her grip on the glass, but her face remained calm. "I know. What's wrong?"

"Are you completely relieved of Beau?"

"Cromwell, I'm already engaged and he is already married. There's no point in saying this now."

Hearing this, Cromwell Wright smiled and said, "This is not about meaning or meaninglessness. I am

asking you to be sure of your heart. Are you sure you won't regret the path in front of you?" Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Mary Wright blew on the teacup and looked at the tea leaves that had been rolled together. "You were

also strongly opposed to us being together at that time, weren't you?"

"That was in the past. Now I have seen too much, so everything is nothing. In fact, there is no blood

relationship between you and Beau, and you are not going against the moral theory."

"Don't you think it's too late for you to say this? When I told you about this, you strongly opposed it and

even threatened to cut off the relationship with me. Have you forgotten all this?"

She would never forget the scene at that time.

Cromwell Wright sighed and said, "It's different now. Now that I've thought it through, I think it's

nothing."

However, Mary Wright smiled coldly, feeling that it was both ironic and funny.

"Cromwell, you shouldn't have mentioned this topic at all. It was you who made me completely give up.

Now, my heart finally calmed down, but you insisted on throwing another huge stone and stirring it up

again. Am I a doll? At your mercy like this?"

It took three years, three whole years, for her to get this heart to calm down.

But now, just because of his simple words, and once again will be her heart disturbed. What on earth

did he want to do?

"Since your heart is disturbed in this way, it means that you are not calm. It will ruin your day."

"It doesn't matter if it's really calm or if it's just suppressed by force, these are all that you want. I'm just

trying my best to do what you want. But now, you've left it open on purpose!"

"Cromwell, I really don't understand what you want!" The corners of Mary Wright's mouth raised in a

smile, full of sarcasm.

Three years ago, Cromwell had threatened her. Thinking of the kindness that she had been raised by

Cromwell since she was a child, she finally compromised in pain.

At the same time as she compromised, she also told herself in her heart that since she had chosen this

path, no matter how painful it was, she had to go on.

Therefore, from now on, she was purely Beau Wright's aunt. Beyond that, there is nothing more...

But just as she accepted her fate and finally returned to peace, Cromwell insisted on tearing the wound

open and sprinkling salt on it.

Cromwell Wright looked at her and said slowly, "You have always been smart, but why are you so

stupid now? Or will you lose your mind on impulse as long as Beau is mentioned?"

The hand hanging by her side gradually tightened, and Mary Wright held her breath steadily. "Just say

what you want to say. Your mind is too deep for me to figure it out."

But it was undeniable that Cromwell Wright's last sentence did hit her soft spot.

"In that case, I'll make it clear. No matter what happens between you and Beau in the future, I won't

participate in it again. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Mary Wright looked shocked and stared straight at Cromwell Wright. "Cromwell, do you

know what you are saying right now?"