You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 69 Let's Have a Class Gathering

After sitting down, he drank a few mouthfuls of fish soup and then frowned. Compared with the fresh

noodles soup, the taste of the fish soup was obviously much stronger.

Suddenly, Beau Wright lost his appetite. He put the bowl on the table, got up, and walked upstairs.

Looking at his back, Lainey Brown asked in surprise, "Beau, aren't you having dinner?"

"I still have some documents to deal with..." He did not stand still, nor did he look back. His tall and

straight figure disappeared from the stairwell.

Mary Wright noticed that his gaze had never stopped on her from beginning to end. Even though it had

only been a moment, it had never happened.

The indescribable disappointment and bitterness gathered in her heart. She lost her appetite. After

drinking half a bowl of porridge, she found an excuse and went upstairs.

Lainey Brown watched quietly with a faint smile on her delicate and elegant face.

Of course, she didn't like Harriet Smith. The woman who used the baby to seduce a man was never a

good woman.

But compared with Mary Wright, she was still more biased towards Harriet Smith.

She hated Mary Wright. It could be described as disgust!

Mary Wright was self-righteous, vengeful, and ungrateful...

Although she was adopted by Cromwell Wright, Lainey Brown had also done a lot of things for her over

the years!

However, she was really shameless to seduce Beau!

She had watched Mary and Beau grow up. When it came to Mary, she was more like her own daughter.

Which woman could stand her daughter falling in love with her son?

"Can Mary Wright stand up to her, Lainey Brown?"

Just at the dining table, Beau just asked where Harriet Smith was and didn't look at her. This change

was very good.

There was a stack of documents brought back from the company. Beau Wright leaned against the sofa

and signed on the documents.

It was a large room, but only his breathing could be heard. Other than that, there was the rustling

sound of signing.

After a while, he frowned slightly and looked up at the room. It seemed that something was missing.

In the past, he had never felt that the room was so empty.

Occasionally, Harriet Smith would make some sounds, like drinking water, turning the pages, or

walking.

Those messy sounds made him extremely comfortable...

His slender fingers landed impatiently between his eyebrows. He rubbed them, closed the documents

with his big hand, pushed them away, and went to the bathroom.

He had been in a bad state tonight and always felt a little annoyed...

In another room.

The next day.

Harriet Smith got up very early and woke up at seven o'clock. Then she wanted to go for a walk in the

park near the community.

But before she walked out of the room, Vera Brion chased after her. "I'll go with you."

"Do you know where I am going?" Harriet Smith put on her hat and looked at her.

"Of course, I know. Isn't it just a park downstairs? I'll go too. I'm pregnant now. I want the baby to This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

breathe more fresh air."

Looking at her own belly, Vera Brion said with a smile.

Hearing this, Harriet Smith felt that Vera Brion had really changed a little. Perhaps it was because she

was pregnant, so she began to focus her attention from gambling to the baby. This was undoubtedly a

good beginning and a good change.

The two of them went to the park side by side. Before the sun rose, the air was unusually humid.

On the leaves, there was still some white mist that hadn't dispersed. The air that was sucked into their

mouth was so fresh and moist, even though it was cold.

But along the way, Vera Brion kept chattering like a sparrow, never closing her mouth from beginning to

end.

"Harriet, I just want to say that your mother-in-law is obviously not a good person." Vera Brion cursed

loudly.

Harriet Smith smiled and said, "You only met her once, are you so clear about her?"

"I'm not sure about anything else, but I'm good at knowing people. I hate her at first glance. She has a

sharp face, willow-shaped eyebrows, and thin lips. Although she looks beautiful, graceful, and

luxurious, she looks very mean." Vera Brion said clearly.

Hearing this, the corner of Harriet Smith's mouth twitched, but she didn't comment. She just asked,

"What about Mary?"

"Mary..." Vera Brion paused for a moment and said, "I think she's a good person. Compared to your

mother-in-law, she's much better. She's gentle, virtuous, sensible, sophisticated and so beautiful. She's

so fairy that all women envy her!"

Without saying a word, she just listened quietly, occasionally stretching her waist.

Just then, a male voice came over. "Harriet Smith!"

Stunned, she turned around and saw a tall man standing behind her. He showed his white teeth and

was smiling at her.

He was tall and burly, who was wearing sportswear, just like Aniston Jennifer. He had a square face

and looked very heroic.

He did look familiar, but she couldn't remember him no matter how hard she tried. There was no

memory of him in her mind.

After thinking for a long time, Harriet Smith still couldn't figure it out. Finally, she gave up and asked,

"Who are you?"

“I am Peter Johns, your high school classmate who was always sitting at your back table. Do you

remember?" He looked at her eagerly.

The name of Peter Johns was very special. When he said this, Harriet Smith thought of it and smiled.

"It's you. I remember that you used to blush."

Hearing this, Peter Johns smiled and touched his hair awkwardly. "What do you do?"

"A teacher, and you?"

"A police."

Harriet Smith sneered and laughed, "You really deserve your name. Peter Johns, your parents are

really farsighted to hope you protect your country."

Peter Johns smiled shyly and seemed to have thought of something. He said, "By the way, Harriet, do

you have time the night after tomorrow?"

Instantly, he changed the address from Harriet Smith to Harriet, which seemed a little more intimate

and no longer so rusty.

She did not notice the details and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"The day after tomorrow, our high school classmates will have a gathering. Only our students will be

here. Come with us."

"I still don't want to go. I haven't seen them for a long time. It's very embarrassing to go like this." She

smiled and refused.

The main reason was that they hadn't contacted each other in high school for several years, and their

relationship had become very strange. If she went there, it would have awkward pauses...

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Camilla Kents looks for you every year at the party, and

Juliana Scott. Besides, they are all classmates of Class One. It's been so many years since we last

met. Don't you miss them at all?"

Anyway, Harriet Smith had nothing to do that day. Now that he had said so, it was not convenient for

her to refuse. "Okay, I'll go."

Peter Johns looked pleasant. "Well, we are in the Charmed Bar. It's eight o'clock in the evening, or I'll

come to pick you up."