You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 63 Some Things Had Changed

The next day.

The car stopped in front of the door. Beau Wright was sitting in the driver's seat, while Harriet Smith

was sitting next to him.

Sykes Wright went to pick up Mary Wright and set off after they arrived.

As soon as he woke up this morning, Sykes Wright called him, saying that Mary was going back to

Tranton, so he went to the hospital to pick her up.

About ten minutes later, Sykes Wright and Mary Wright appeared in their sight. They got closer and sat

in the back seat.

The black car drove forward. No one spoke along the way, and the silence remained in the car.

No one could break the silence, as if they had something on their minds.

When they returned to Tranton, it was already 4:00 p.m. Beau Wright first drove the car home. After

they got out of the car, he went to the company.

Lainey Brown was sitting on the sofa in the living room and drinking tea. When she heard the footsteps,

she turned around and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing serious. I'll recover in a day or two." Sykes Wright explained for her and deliberately

understated.

"Why are you so careless? Go upstairs and rest. The servants will call you down when dinner is ready."

Lying on the bed in the room, Harriet Smith let out a sigh of relief. After sitting for such a long time, she

was really sleepy. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She slept until the night and the sky turned dark.

When she opened her eyes, she heard the maid call her at the door and she answered. Then went to

the bathroom and washed her face before going downstairs.

Lainey Brown, Mary Wright, and Sykes Wright had already sat down. She quickened her pace and

quickly walked over to sit down near Sykes Wright.

The dinner was not light, but a little greasy. She felt a strong wave of nausea before she even ate.

Her face changed, and she didn't have time to say anything. She turned around and rushed into the

bathroom.

She kept vomiting, as if she wanted to spit out all the things in her stomach, and even the sour water

finally came out.

Harriet Smith panted slightly and her face turned pale. She rinsed her mouth and returned to the dining

table.

Lainey Brown deliberately glanced at Mary Wright and then looked at Harriet Smith. "What's wrong?"

Shaking her head, Harriet Smith was flattered. "I'm fine."

"Did you go to the bathroom to vomit?" Lainey Brown continued to ask.

Harriet Smith nodded.

"You have been pregnant for two months. It's normal for you to vomit now. The dinner must be a little

greasy. Tomorrow, you can tell the cooks to make some light dishes. You are a pregnant woman, and

not like ordinary people."

With a smile on her delicate face, Lainey Brown turned to Harriet Smith and said kindly, "Tell the cooks

to make whatever you want to eat."

Harriet Smith was completely flattered!

However, what was behind this unexpected favor?

Harriet Smith secretly sized her up and shook her head with a smile. "It doesn't matter."

She always felt that Lainey Brown's attitude toward her was a little off. She was more enthusiastic and

concerned than before...

She was a little scared when Lainey Brown became like this. She couldn't figure out her tricks at all.

"It is very important. You are not eating for yourself. If you don't eat something good, you may be

malnourished."

There was a slight reprimand in Lainey Brown's words, and then she looked at Mary Wright, who had

been silent for a long time. "Is your fiancé’s mother still alive?"

The chopsticks in her hand stopped for a moment, and Mary Wright was eating the light fish soup. "His

parents have died, and he is alone."

"I see. So what do you do after you have the baby?"

"Lainey Brown, it's too far to talk about that now."

"How can it be far away? You are already engaged, and you will definitely get married in a while. You

will have a child sooner or later. Look, Beau hasn't even been engaged yet, and he got married after

your engagement. But now the child has been for two months, you should have a child." Lainey Brown

urged her with a smile.

"Lainey Brown, everything can be rushed, but this kind of thing can't be rushed."

Mary Wright smiled gently. She looked calm, but her mind was racing.

She heard it clearly, and at the same time, she understood that Lainey Brown deliberately talked about

this topic and then deliberately provoked her.

"That's reasonable. You can't have a child as you want. Now, I'm just waiting to have a grandson and

granddaughter." Lainey Brown raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.

Harriet Smith listened quietly and said nothing. It turned out that Lainey Brown changed her attitude

because of the baby in her belly.

With a sneer, she lowered her head and ate the porridge.

Lainey Brown took a bowl of fish soup and handed it to her. "Eat more fish soup. It's nutritious."

"Thank you." Harriet Smith said without moving.

Mary Wright didn't raise her head. She just lowered her head and ate the fish soup. She couldn't see

the expression on her face.

As Sykes Wright listened to the conversation between women out of boredom, there was a hint of

bitterness on his handsome face.

Sometimes, you had to believe in fate.

He had known her before Beau Wright.

However, although Beau Wright was late, his movements were faster than Sykes Wright. It was only

after they got married that he knew.

Therefore, sometimes it just had nothing to do with timing, but about fate.

After dinner, Harriet Smith ate so torturously that she didn't stay in the living room for long. Instead, she

went upstairs and went back to her room.

Whether it was Lainey Brown or Mary Wright, she felt restrained and unnatural.

As soon as she sat down, there was a knock on the door. She turned around and saw that Sykes

Wright had come in with a smile.

"What makes you so happy?"

Without a reply, Sykes Wright just asked, "Do you have time on Wednesday?"

"What do you want to do?" Harriet Smith was a little curious.

"A surprise." He took out the things that had been hidden behind him. "The Argerich's piano

performance ticket. Do you want to go?"

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Then, she asked in doubt, "Are you sure you can understand the piano

play?"

"Of course, the piano can not only make people feel romantic, but also make people elegant." Sykes

Wright didn't know it and pretend to understand. He said with an intoxicated look.

Harriet Smith looked back at him with a smile and crooked her finger at him. "Come on. Tell me which

country Argerich was from and what he was good at playing?"

"Italy? Portugal? United States? France? or Denmark? Sykes Wright guessed one by one.

"How many countries do you know in total?" Harriet Smith was speechless at his confusion.

Sykes Wright coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "I know so much in total. Anyway, I have basically

said what I know."

Her eyebrows could not help twitching. She explained, "She is a female piano player in Argentina. She

once won first place in Chopin's piano competition. She has a good reputation and excellent

performance skills. She is enthusiastic."

Sykes Wright nodded repeatedly and looked at her expectantly. "Are we going or not?"

"I've already got the tickets. There's no reason not to go." Harriet Smith chuckled. "Besides, she's my

favorite piano player. Maybe this is her last performance and I cannot miss it."

"Okay, eight o'clock on Wednesday night. See you later." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Okay, I got it. Go and rest. Good night." Harriet Smith patted him gently. "Also, don't forget your winter

vacation homework. I'm going to check it at the beginning of the next semester."

“……” Sykes Wright supported his forehead with his hand. "Miss. Smith, can we not talk about such a

sad topic at this time?"

Laughing, she patted him again and said angrily, "If you have the time to talk, you might as well do the

winter vacation homework. How did you do on the English text paper I gave you?"

Hearing this, he quickly ran away and left the room.

Lainey Brown had already gone back to her room to rest, leaving Mary Wright alone in the living room.

Finally, it was quiet. Mary Wright also breathed a sigh of relief because Lainey Brown had not kept

talking with her.

In fact, she didn't hate talking to her, but Lainey Brown was always showing off and stimulating.

Such words were really disgusting.

It seemed that in recent years, Lainey Brown had also changed. Maybe it was because she was old or

something else, she had become a little vulgar.

If... If she knew about what Cromwell had done, what would happen to her?

Mary Wright felt that she couldn't imagine it, but she hoped that the matter could be solved smoothly.

After all, it was her brother who failed her in the first place.

A tall figure walked in. Beau Wright's black coat was hanging at the crook of his arm, and his eyes

looked casual and lazy.

He glanced at Mary Wright, who was sitting on the sofa, and then looked away. As if he didn't see her,

he moved his long legs forward and walked upstairs.

She opened her mouth slightly and was about to greet. She was forced to hold back. She felt a little

pain like being pricked by a needle.

At first, she wanted to say hello, but his eyes did not even have any connection with her, as if she were

just a stranger.

In Butte County, she was infected with a cold. He took care of her all night, and when he heard the

news that she had an accident, he also rushed to Butte County as soon as possible.

But at this time, his attitude was so indifferent.

Even... Even... She felt that what had happened in Butte County was just an illusion.

However, it was not her illusion, but a very real thing. He had been guarding her outside the emergency

room for two whole nights without sleeping.

Her elegant and gentle expression changed slightly. Mary Wright stepped on the ground, moved

forward, and followed closely behind him...

However, it was too late. By the time she reached the second floor, he had already stepped into the

room, leaving her with a cold and indifferent back.

Mary Wright wanted to leave, but when she saw the gap in the door of the room, she couldn't help but

quietly walk over and stand in a dark corner outside the door.

Perhaps even she herself did not understand why she was doing this.

Through the gap, she could clearly hear their conversation.