Chapter 42 Why Don't You Let Me Stay with You?
Chapter 42 Why Don't You Let Me Stay with You?
Sapphire color was the best match for her skin tone. Her skin was white, but at this time it looked more
and more as white as snow.
The design of the high-cut fork on the left made her beautiful legs looming between the hem of her
skirt, sexy, and charming.
He did not expect that she could dress so charmingly...
Beau Wright was stunned for a moment, and then his anger rushed up. His eyes darkened, and his
Adam's apple rolled slightly. He only said one word, "Change!"
The slit on the left leg almost reached her waist.
He frowned. Why were the dresses here getting more and more vulgar?
Was it that ugly? Harriet Smith looked into the mirror a few more times and felt that she was not bad
except for being exposed.
Back and forth for a long time, almost all the evening dresses brought over by the attendant had been
tried on, but none of them could satisfy the men outside!
Each dress she had to wear for a long time in the fitting room, but he only swept a few eyes and said a
word in a hard and sullen way. Then she had to start all over again!
Gradually, she became a little annoyed. Sitting in the fitting room, she gasped for breath and said with
dissatisfaction.
Is it that ugly for me to wear? Just choose one at random, he is like a lord commanding the maid.
Doesn't he think it's tired to change clothes?"
However, her words amused the attendant who was holding the dress. "Mrs. Wright has a good figure
and no matter which dress you wear is beautiful. I think the most beautiful one is the blue one."
It was the first time she had heard the name "Mrs. Wright" from someone else. She didn't know how to
describe her feelings. In short, it was very subtle.
"Mr. Wright must have felt that Mrs. Wright was a bit exposed in the dress, so he has been dissatisfied.
Men are all possessive."
"Really?" Harriet Smith raised her eyebrows, looked up, and smiled at her.
She clearly understood that some things had slowly deviated from the orbit, like her heart.
At first, she agreed to marry him to keep the baby in her belly.
But now, her heart had sunk. She couldn't help but be attracted by him and fall in love.
"Of course, Mrs. Wright, why don't you try this red dress? I think it's beautiful and very suitable for Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
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The night was misty and luxurious. At the Park Hyatt Hotel.
The world-famous car had already filled the parking lot, and the red carpet extended from the fountain
to the glass revolving door.
The reporters came in like a beehive, and the security guards had been struggling to maintain order.
The hotel was mainly golden in color, full of rich Mediterranean charm, which made it more luxurious at
the night.
Vera Brion was wearing a long purple dress with two friends beside her. They looked around in
amazement.
There was an Italian music fountain in the middle of the hall. As the music rose and fell, the water
columns were high and low. There were famous paintings carved on the French bronze pillars. The
transparent crystal lamp hung in the air reflected colorful light. It was noble and magnificent.
It was the first time that Vera Brion had stepped into such a place. She couldn't stop talking, and the
friends around her praised her even more.
Quite a few upper-class nobles had already gathered in the banquet hall. They were all dressed up,
holding wine glasses in their hands as they chatted with smiles.
Suddenly, there was a burst of applause. Vera Brion followed the sound and looked over. She couldn't
help but widen her eyes. The mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg.
"Is that bitch Harriet Smith?"
She saw that Harriet Smith was wearing a long red gauze dress that covered her chest. Her fair neck
and collarbone were exposed, making her skin look as fair as cream.
On the right shoulder, the red gauze was tied into a knot. As she walked, it floated in the air and drew a
beautiful arc.
She wore light makeup, and her black and bright hair was tied into a ponytail with the same red gauze
on her shoulder.
She was beautiful, clean, and pure. She didn't wear any revealing clothes, but she looked indescribably
sexy, contradictory, but so touching. She looked like Athena.
She held Beau Wright's arm. He was dressed in a sharp suit and angular features on his face. And his
eyes were deep and cold. His innate elegance and nobility made him more eye-catching among the
group of people.
The reporters kept taking photos of the cameras in their hands. Since they appeared the dazzling white
light had never stopped.
Kayson George whistled loudly and stared at Harriet Smith. He clicked his tongue and said, "Why didn't
I know that Miss. Smith was so seductive?"
Hearing this, Senya twisted his ear. "Where are you looking?"
"You, you, my wife!" Kayson George quickly admitted his mistake.
Arthur Andrew smiled faintly, raised his eyebrows, and said noncommittally, "Miss. Smith is indeed a
stunner!"
Lavinia George tilted her hips and nudged his body. "What do you think of me?"
Before Arthur Andrew could say anything, Kayson George's voice drifted over. "You're coquettish!"
Lavinia George glared at him fiercely.
Standing on the stage, Beau Wright glanced at the guests below the stage. His thin lips raised slightly,
and his voice was mellow and sexy.
"All of you are present at the banquet today, my wife and I would like to express our gratitude. I hope
you will enjoy yourselves."
Although it was just a simple polite remark, the audience burst into applause and kept roaring.
Then, Beau Wright calmly walked down the stage and walked with Harriet Smith to the guests
gracefully.
If Harriet Smith was not holding his arm, her legs would have gone limp. She had never been on such
an occasion especially when she was the protagonist.
"Relax, don't be nervous. I'm here..."
His warm and dry hand was on her waist. He leaned over, and his fiery breath sprayed beside her ear,
with amazement in his eyes.
As if to give her a piece of mind. She relaxed and smiled naturally. She clutched the corner of his shirt
tightly with her fingertips, refusing to leave him.
He kept shaking hands with the guests around him and greeted them. No matter who he was meeting,
Beau Wright always looked indifferent and polite.
Harriet Smith repeated what he said.
If there were any guests who asked her to drink, Beau Wright would take it back calmly and hand her a
glass of juice, asking her to drink on her behalf.
She didn't know if it was because she had drunk too much juice or because the heating in the banquet
hall was strong, but her cheeks felt hot.
Beau Wright naturally noticed that her fair cheeks seemed to be covered with a layer of light pink
clouds, tender and attractive.
There were a lot of men around looking over. Of course, they didn't dare to look at her openly, and they
didn't stop peeping at her.
His narrow eyes slowly narrowed, and there was displeasure in them. He took Harriet Smith to Senya's
side and said, "stay with her."
"Okay," Senya answered with a smile and supported Harriet Smith, who was feeling a little
uncomfortable.
"Why don't you let me go with you?" Lavinia George was unhappy.