You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 96 He Didn't Answer His Call

Hearing this, Mary Wright put down the chopsticks in his hand. "I'm full, too. How about Sykes?"

"I'm full." As he spoke, Sykes Wright drank another glass of red wine. He looked at the entrance of the

restaurant. "But why hasn't sister-in-law come back yet?"

"She's not feeling well. She left after saying goodbye..." He said.

Since the three of them had to leave and return to House of Wright, Lainey Brown could only go back

with them.

However, the disgust in her heart for Harriet Smith deepened. When it came to her husband's birthday,

she answered the phone for half an hour. Then, she said that she was not feeling well and left early.

As a teacher, she really had no eyes at all!

Moon Bar.

The noisy music echoed in the air. The men and women on the dance floor were shaking their bodies

wantonly.

Harriet Smith wrapped her coat tightly and walked in. She saw Senya, who was already drunk, sitting

by the bar counter.

She walked over and sat down beside Senya. The pungent smell of alcohol made her frown

immediately. "How many glasses did you drink?"

"No more, no less. It's just seven or eight cups. Tonight, I'm not going to return until I'm drunk." Senya

said drunkenly, "Drink some too!"

When her hand touched the wine glass, she suddenly stopped. Harriet Smith shook her head and said,

"I'm pregnant. I can't drink."

"We can't drink white liquor, but we can drink some red wine. Waiter, please have a few glasses of red

wine!"

The red wine glass was in front of her, and the bright red liquid was shaking. Harriet Smith looked at

the wine glass and said, "What's the difference between you love and you don't love?"

Her voice was very soft as if she was asking Senya or muttering to herself.

But Senya heard it vaguely. "What do you think is the difference?"

"The difference is that when you see the person he loves, no matter how reasonable and righteous you

are, you can't resist the tears on her face..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became. It was as if someone had taken out a knife to cut her

heart slowly.

It was precise because of love that a line of tears, with a weak face, was enough to make him

surrender and softhearted.

And her righteous words would only make him feel disgusted.

It was obvious and strong. Harriet Smith laughed at herself. Her eyes were sore and her heart ached.

She picked up the red wine on the table and drank it up.

Sometimes, people also needed to indulge themselves appropriately to ease their suppressed pain.

For more than 20 years, she could count the number of times she drank with one hand, but today was

undoubtedly the most painful and unrestrained time.

Senya had drunk a lot just now, and now she was drinking one glass after another.

Next to her, Harriet Smith also drank glass after glass of red wine. After a while, the bar counter was

filled with wine glasses.

After getting drunk, Senya stood up from her chair unsteadily and stumbled out of the bar, completely

forgetting about Harriet Smith.

Although it was red wine, Harriet Smith was not good at drinking. After a few glasses, she fainted.

Just then, Harriet Smith's phone rang on the counter. The waiter called her a few times, but she didn't

respond at all.

She looked very gentle, unlike the kind of person who was difficult to deal with. The waiter was afraid

that the other party would have something very important. He answered kindly, "Hello."

"Isn't this Harriet's phone?" It was a call from Peter Johns.

"Harriet, you should be talking about this drunken young lady." The waiter glanced at her and said,

"The young lady is drunk and has no friends with her. Can you take her away?"

Through the phone, Peter Johns naturally heard the deafening sound, and immediately agreed.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening. It was naturally not safe for a drunken woman to stay in a bar.

After a while, Peter Johns rushed to the Moon Bar. Because he was too anxious, he even wore cotton

slippers.

First, he paid the bill for the bar. Then, he carefully helped her up and led her out.

Harriet Smith woke up. She stared at Peter Johns for a while and asked in a daze, "Why are you

here?"

"I called you. The waiter picked up the phone. He told me that you were here." Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Called me?" Peter Johns in front of her changed from one to three, and then to four. She shook her

head and said, "Impossible... My cell phone has been turned off... How is it possible?”

When Beau Wright called her, she turned off her phone without even looking at it, but she forgot.

Just now, Senya's cell phone was out of power. She asked for her cell phone and then turned it on.

Hearing this, Peter Johns handed her the phone. "Look."

"Ah, the screen is still on..." She blinked her eyes in surprise, then threw the phone directly into her bag

and smiled at Peter Johns. "It's not on..."

Her cheeks were red and her smile was pure. The heart of Peter Johns sped up. He coughed

unnaturally and looked away.

It was very late at night, and she drank so much that she couldn't even walk. Peter Johns wanted to

send her home, but she refused to go back. She even sat on the road shamelessly.

Peter Johns couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to send her to the hotel, but he was afraid that

she wouldn't feel well at night, so no one took care of her.

After thinking for a while, he put her in the car, fastened her seatbelt, and drove home.

House of Wright.

The smoke in the room made people want to cry as soon as they smelled it.

The ashtray in front of him was already full of cigarette butts. Beau Wright's still smoking and he was

still wearing the suit. He stood in front of the French window, staring out of the window.

After standing there for about half an hour, he pursed his thin lips.

He turned around and went downstairs. He wanted to pour a glass of water for himself, but he saw that

Sykes Wright had not slept yet and was sitting on the sofa.

Beau Wright’s eyes flickered. He said, "Call your sister-in-law and see when she will come back."

He thought, "Maybe she just didn't answer my phone. If someone else called me, she might answer

it..."

"Why don't you call by yourself?" Sykes Wright raised his head and took a look.

Beau Wright's eyes were full of gloom. "The phone is out of power..."

Hearing this, Sykes Wright answered, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number in front of him.

This time, the phone was not turned off, but rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Sykes Wright shrugged his shoulders helplessly and shook his head. "No one answered."

His slender body bent slightly. Beau Wright poured a cup of warm water, put it by his thin lips, and

pressed it gently.

When the strong smell of tobacco came, Sykes Wright coughed lightly and frowned. "Brother, how

many cigarettes did you smoke?"

"Not many..."

"…" Sykes Wright was speechless.

It didn't take long for Beau Wright to return to his room. After he left, Mary Wright walked out of the

kitchen. "