You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 12 Sorry, I misunderstood you

Having learned the precedent, Harriet Smith grabbed the big hand with one hand and scolded angrily,

"What are you going to do?"

Her fair hands were very soft and thin. He held her hand tightly, which inexplicably aroused the heart of

Beau Wright.

Beau Wright's eyes were deep and his voice was low. "What do you think I'm doing now, Miss Smith?"

Harriet Smith's voice squeezed out from the gaps between her teeth!

"I hope you don't do those ambiguous actions again, Mr. Wright! Otherwise, I will really be rude!"

Hearing that, Beau Wright moved forward bit by bit. Harriet Smith gritted her teeth and quickly leaned

back to avoid him.

There were seats behind her. Even if she tried to hide, where could she hide?

As a result, her whole body was trapped between the seat and his male body. Their faces were close to

each other, and their lips were almost touching.

Beau Wright's voice instantly turned hoarse. "Miss Smith, why did I try to flirt with you? Huh?"

Her face was full of the hot air he sprayed. Harriet Smith leaned back and trembled all over.

She gritted her teeth and said, "You're trying to flirt with me now!"

"Really?" Beau Wright pressed down with his slender fingers, only to hear a click. "It's unbuckled."

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Harriet Smith looked at him in confusion, but he gestured for her to look at her chest.

She looked down her chest and then noticed the seat belt. He had just...... Just untying her seatbelt

......

Instantly, her cheeks were hot and red as if they were about to drip blood! She wished there was a rat

hole in the car for her to get in!

Embarrassed! What a shame! She had never been so humiliated in her life!

Beau Wright let go of her hand and raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you owe me an apology for misinterpreting my conduct, Miss Smith?"

This time it was really her fault. Harriet Smith had nothing to say. She blushed and said softly, "I'm

sorry!"

However, Beau Wright was still a little dissatisfied. "Why say sorry?"

Harriet Smith took a deep breath and changed the subject. "Mr. Wright, we're home."

He sat still and said, "Miss Smith, since you've said it, shouldn't you say it more clearly?"

In an instant, all the anger rushed up, she controlled her anger and gnashed her teeth. "I'm really sorry

that I misunderstood that Mr. Wright for trying to come on to me!!"

"It's good that you feel sorry..."

Beau Wright raised his eyebrows, opened the car door, and walked down, followed by Harriet Smith,

who was full of anger and shame...

The two of them arrived at the apartment one after the other. Sykes Wright had been waiting in the

living room for a long time. When he saw Harriet Smith, he immediately smiled.

Beau Wright's deep eyes deliberately swept over Sykes Wright. He immediately straightened his back

and sat up straight.

A cold snort came from his thin lips. He casually threw his black coat on the sofa and walked into the

room.

As soon as Beau Wright disappeared, Sykes Wright breathed a sigh of relief. There was some worry in

his voice. "Miss, why are you put in the police station?"

"There are some things that can't be explained clearly in a few words." Harriet Smith said.

Sykes Wright shrugged his shoulders and stopped asking. His handsome face was full of confidence

as he said, "Got it. Everyone will be impulsive. A teacher is also a human and no exception...

Growling..."

However, before she could finish her words, a sound came from her stomach. Harriet Smith frowned.

There was nothing for a whole day, and she felt a little hungry at this time, so she asked Sykes Wright

what he wanted to eat.

Sykes Wright said that he wanted to eat pizza. He didn't have pizza on Christmas day, so he wanted to

eat pizza today.

Harriet Smith smiled. After all, she had been blessed by Sykes Wright to be able to come out today.

Just treat it as thank him!

After taking a shower, Beau Wright changed into casual homewear with some water dripping from his

hair. As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard a crisp sound, as if someone was cutting

something.

When she stepped into the living room, she saw Harriet Smith cutting the ham with a knife in her hand,

while Sykes Wright was there watching her.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Sykes Wright turned around with a smile on his handsome face. "Beau,

your teacher is making pizza."

Harriet Smith didn't look back, but she was still cutting the ham. She raised her eyebrows slightly, but

Beau Wright didn't say anything. His eyes just swept across her back, and then he sat on the sofa and

turned on the TV to watch financial news.

He looked away. So Harriet Smith breathed a sigh of relief and focused on making pizza.

The oven was preheated and she put the pizza in. After a while, she took out the pizza, thought about

it, and divided it into three pieces.

Seeing this, Sykes Wright curled his lips and said in a low voice, "My brother doesn't eat pizza with

ham. He dislikes ham for its taste."

Hearing this, Harriet Smith's hand paused. The man had a picky mouth!

Then she chopped up the parsley and placed it with the bacon. She made another pizza and put it in

the oven.

As expected, the high-end apartment had its advantages. There was a large supermarket chain

downstairs, which has fruits, vegetables, meat, everything.

She bought ham and bacon, as well as some parsley. She wasn't planning on adding parsley. However,

she did not expect it to be of other use now.

After all the pizzas were prepared, Sykes Wright brought them to the table.

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and looked at him. Sykes Wright shrugged his shoulders and said,

"Miss Smith originally made a pizza with ham. She heard that you didn't eat the ham, so she made a

bacon pizza. You're being well treated! I'm really envious!"

He frowned. During the whole process, he didn't say a word, and there was a hint of exploration in his

eyes.

Harriet Smith put down the plate and looked up at Beau Wright's eyes. She was startled, but

magnanimous: "I really appreciate Mr. Wright today!"

"You should be thanking me!" His voice was low and hoarse, and his thin lips curled slightly. He picked

up the cutlery and ate gracefully.

"Beau, is it delicious?" Sykes Wright asked.

Hearing this, she became inexplicably curious and felt a little nervous. Although she pretended to be

eating pizza all the time, she could not help glancing at him.

Beau Wright's sight fell on her face. Her red cheeks were stained with flour. It was not funny at all, but

very attractive...

His eyes sparkled. He took a bite of the pizza and said, "It's not bad..."

Harriet Smith was already satisfied to be able to hear these words from that picky mouth. However, the

way he looked at her was like he was looking at prey. She lowered her head and avoided him.

Looking away, Beau Wright ate the pizza elegantly and unhurriedly, not even the crumbs left.

He got up and was about to leave with his long legs when he seemed to recall something and said,

"Miss Smith, if you don't have a place to stay tonight, you can live here. But you must clean up the pile

of things in the kitchen."

“……”

Harriet Smith's looked up with a shudder, unexpected and grateful.

The next morning.

Harriet Smith woke up at 6:30 a.m. as usual. It was already seven o'clock after washing up.

When she walked into the living room, she saw Sykes Wright sitting on the sofa and asked, "Where is

your brother?"

After all, I should say thanks in person for taking me in for the night.

Sykes Wright was still yawning, half asleep. "He went for a run, as is his habit..."

There seemed to be a faint sense of loss lingering in her heart. Harriet Smith spoke to Sykes Wright a

few more words, asked him to say thanks to his brother on her behalf, and left the

apartment...