You Are My Mr Wright

It was as if the man stood opposite her was not her husband, but a strange man who went to the wrong bathroom.

Mary was stunned. Harriet's attitude was beyond her expectation and made her confused.

Beau frowned. His eyes were so dark that they made people panic. He stared at her deeply without saying anything.

"I'm afraid I couldn't hold it anymore. Mr. Wright, can you go out right now?" She spoke coldly again, and her palm hurt.

The more pain she felt, the more she would be clear-headed and support herself.

He didn't move or speak. Keeping the posture, Beau looked at her with his dark eyes, as if he was frozen by time.

However, if you took a closer look, you would find that there were a few strange emotions faintly expressed on his face, which seemed to be panic but also at a loss.

Mary didn't know what to say now. Moreover, she didn't know what to say later.

It was undeniable that she was indeed impulsive today. Because she was so stimulated that she lost her mind.

Or you can say that she was stimulated by those scenes that she had witnessed one after another during this time.

There was no doubt that all the stimulation had been triggered at the birthday party today.

How could he treat a gift from Harriet like that?

No one knew him better than she did. He had never liked those little things, but he allowed Harriet to tie the amulet on his wrist.

And he even stared at it carefully for a long time.

If this was the fuse, then throwing the wallet to the marquis was the bombing!

However, she did not regret it at all. Instead, she felt at ease and moved.

From the words he had just said and the way he protected her, it seemed that he still loved her!

"Great, he doesn't love Harriet. He loves me."

She was completely at ease when she drew this conclusion. It was no need to worry at all!

"Mr. Wright, don't you leave?" She said, "Explain what I just heard and what I see now. Explain it. I'll listen."

Mary didn't like to hear her question, but she didn't show her emotions on her beautiful face. She took a step forward and said, "I can explain it."

Hearing this, Harriet glanced at her coldly and then said word by word, "But I want to listen to his explanation."

As she spoke, her eyes passed Mary and fell on Beau. She couldn't see the man's expression clearly. The only thing she could feel was coldness, just indescribable coldness. "But, the cause of this matter is me. It's better to explain it by me." Mary took two steps forward and looked at Harriet.

"Do you know why I don't want to hear your explanation?" Harriet also looked at her.

"Why?"

"Because I don't believe you and what you said is not real..."

She said slowly and clearly, "In Butte County, you once explained and promised once. I did believe you. But now it seems that the time limit of your promise is not long, isn't it?" Hearing this, Mary was speechless and looked a little embarrassed.

"Also, I really don't understand you." Harriet said slowly, "You said you don't love him in front of me, but you seduced him behind my back and said you love him. So, do you love him or not?" Mary bit her lips, leaving a deep mark on her lower lip.

She continued to stare at her, speaking sharp words.

"You said that you have difficulties and can't love him, so you went abroad for three years. Since you have a reason not to love him, then you should put that feeling in your heart. Hide it forever and live a peaceful life before you can start a new life. Isn't that good?"

"But what did you do? You said that you had your own difficulties and couldn't love him, but you couldn't bear to be lonely that you showed your love to him. When he flipped, you decisively told him that it was impossible between you two. What do you think? What do you want to do? Are you sure you know it?"

Mary still couldn't refute these words, because every word she said hit her Achilles' heel.

"Perhaps you didn't think what you did was wrong from your perspective, but from my point of view, I find it disgusting." There was a deep irony in her words.

Mary had never heard such harsh words before. She bit her lips more tightly and trembled in tears.

She did have her own difficulties. But did she think that she was not eager to live with him day and night?

She had always been gentle and elegant. She had never been in such a situation.

"To be honest, your behavior is even more abominable than that of 'the other woman, because what 'the other woman' wants in their hearts is very clear, whether it is a husband, money, or a car, but you never show what you want. Sometimes you haunt him, sometimes you abandon him, and sometimes you are so enthused. Who do you think you are? Are you the center of the universe?"

There were no foul words in these words, but they were harsher to hear than foul words.

Mary stood straight and clenched her fists. Her eyes were even redder. If she was reasonable, she would try her best to refute.

However, she had no reason to refute.

She was originally a classically beautiful woman. Coupled with her tears, she made people feel pity for her.

Beau, who had been silent for a long time, finally said a word, "Enough!"

He remained silent because he was indeed in the wrong in this matter. If she needed to vent her anger, he could understand and let her do whatever she wanted. He had thought that she would not overdo it and did not expect that she would become aggravated.

"Do you care about her now?"

Harriet even smiled and replied softly, "Oh! Do you think my words are too harsh? But I think it's okay. If you are well-behaved, how can it blame on you?"

She looked so aggressive, while Mary looked so pitiful that she didn't say a word and silently endured it from beginning to end.

Such a stark contrast aroused the man's instinct to protect the weak. Beau stared at her and finally became a little angry. "What right do you have to blame her like this?"