You Are My Mr Wright

"Of course I know. I watched you and Beau grow up. It's not bad for you to be together. You have experienced too much in the past three years. I don't care about anything now. You are still young. I don't want you to have regrets too early in your lives, and I don't want to be full of resentment towards me when you recall when you were old..."

Mary Wright sneered. There was no happiness in her heart at all. Instead, there was a faint sense of hatred in her heart.

"It would have been nice if these words had been said three years ago, but it's too late now."

He had married, and she had engaged. Both of them had their own families.

"Even as a father, I have never understood what he is thinking. But there is one thing for sure. He definitely did not get married because he loves that girl. As long as you do not reach the last step, it is not too late. Does he still have feelings for you? You must know it clearer than anyone else."

"It's not that simple at all. There's my sister-in-law."

Mary Wright could never forget the day Lainey Brown lay in front of her. She slashed her wrist with a razor blade, and blood flowed out. It was shocking.

Hearing this, Cromwell Wright said, "Your sister-in-law is stubborn and sharp. You can't do anything to her. But it doesn't mean that Beau can't do anything to her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have threatened you at that time. She refused to let you tell Beau what she did and what she said."

Mary Wright narrowed her eyes. She knew that he was right.

"You are too rational and attached great importance to relationships, but you are still a woman. Occasionally, you have to make yourself weak and rely on the shoulders of a man. What would have happened if you had trusted Beau and left him to deal with these things?"

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." She said nothing.

"At that time, although I insisted to stop you and your sister-in-law stopped you too, you didn't find the most reasonable solution. Instead, you chose to compromise with fate. Therefore, it's not only my fault that causes this situation, but also your own fault..."

During the speech, Cromwell Wright looked down at the time. It was already ten o'clock.

He stood up, patted Mary Wright's shoulder, and said earnestly, "In fact, people are not afraid of taking a wrong step. They are afraid of taking many wrong steps. In the end, they can't turn back. I have said so much. The most important thing is what you think. The time is already late. Have a rest..."

Cromwell Wright did leave, but what he said before he left was like a huge stone smashing into Mary Wright's heart.

Her calm heart was no longer calm. She stood in front of the window and stared at the snow on the ground all night... She thought a lot about her future and love, and her head ached when she thought too much of it.

Back in the military compound, the old lady was sitting in the living room watching TV.

Seeing the two coming in one after the other, she asked, "Where have you been today?"

"Caleta Patillos." Harriet Smith replied with a smile.

"Did you get anything?"

Harriet Smith took out a photo from her wallet and handed it to the old lady. She smiled and asked, "Is it beautiful?"

The old lady took it and said jokingly, "Are you asking about the scenery or the person?"

Harriet Smith laughed aloud. "Of course it's the scenery, Mrs. Alicia."

As soon as she said this, even she herself was slightly surprised. She called out so naturally, without any strangeness or awkwardness.

Running her hand over the cat on her lap, the old lady put on her glasses and said, "They are all beautiful. The scenery is beautiful, but the person is more beautiful. Beau, what do you think?"

Beau Wright sat on the sofa with his eyes fixed on the red but a little shy cheeks. Then his eyes darkened and he said, "It's normal."

"""'Do you mean scenery or people?"?" The old lady continued to ask.

"They are all ordinary..." His voice was low.

Harriet Smith was not angry. She just stared at him. Anyway, she didn't expect to hear any good words from him. She asked, "Mrs. Alicia, I'll get you a date."

The old lady really liked dates. Harriet Smith took down two boxes and Mrs. Alicia ate them all in an instant. "Where are you going next?"

"Do you have any good suggestions, Mrs. Alicia?"

"Have you been to Washington before?"

She shook her head.

"It's snowing these two days, so you can go skiing first, and then go to Pozos Colorados to enjoy the snow."

Harriet Smith felt that this suggestion was not bad, and she was even more eager to have a try on it. Seemingly thinking of something, she looked at Beau Wright and asked, "Do you know how to ski?" "Yes..." He looked up at her. "Why do you ask?"

"Of course you are going to teach me how to ski." She answered as a matter of course.

Hearing this, Beau Wright narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly and looked at her calmly. "Did I say I want to go?"

"You didn't say it, but you mentioned the honeymoon. Did I come here alone for the honeymoon?" Harriet Smith retorted angrily. The old lady didn't say anything. She just looked at the two of them with shrewd eyes.

Frowning, Beau Wright opened his thin lips and squinted at her abdomen. "Mrs. Wright, have you forgotten that you are pregnant?"

"I... forgot...it." She coughed lightly and felt a little guilty. "Then I won't go skiing. I'll go directly to enjoy the snow in the Pozos Colorados." The old lady patted her thigh and said, "I have a poor memory. I almost forgot my baby. Don't go to the Ski resort. You can't go."

A look of helplessness appeared on Beau Wright's face, and his slender fingers were soft between his eyebrows.

After that, Harriet Smith went upstairs to take a shower. Only Mrs. Alicia and Beau Wright were left in the living room.

"What kind of feeling do you have about that child?" The old lady raised the topic.

Beau Wright's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. He just sipped his tea.

Picking up the pillow on the sofa, the old lady threw it at him without hesitation. "Do you dare to play tricks on me?" The pillow hit his forehead. He picked up the pillow with his big hand and whispered, "Mrs. Alicia, it hurts me..."

He would only show up in front of the old lady, with a little coquettish and a little rascal.

"You deserve it. Don't try to run away from my questions. What kind of feeling do you have about that child?"

The old lady didn't take his trick at all. "Do you have any feelings for her? Even a little bit, do you?"

Putting the pillow aside, Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and curled his thin lips. "Mrs. Alicia, are you going from a translator to an emotional expert?" Hearing that, the old lady stepped hard on him. Feeling the pain, Beau Wright groaned.

"I told you to get out of line. Is it so difficult to answer this question?"

"Why is Mrs. Alicia so curious about other people's emotional world..." He frowned. Mrs. Alicia could not be underestimated.

"If you're not my grandson, do you think I'll care? That girl is very nice to me. She's clear and elegant. She's more than enough for you."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐