You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 78 Is This the Attitude of a Wife?

In the end, Lainey Brown looked at Mary Wright again and said, "What a terrible memory I have! I

almost forgot Mary. Mary, do you want to go with me?"

"I made an appointment with my friends in the afternoon, so I won't go."

With a gentle smile, Mary Wright said with a calm expression, but her eyes swept over Beau Wright

intentionally.

Beau Wright didn't seem to notice it. He sipped his coffee and glanced at Harriet Smith beside him.

Harriet Smith ignored the conversation between them. Instead, she drank the milk and chatted with

Sykes Wright in a low voice from time to time. Her voice was so low that only the two of them could

hear her.

When he saw this, his dark and deep eyes slowly narrowed a little and stared at them...

"Well, we'll go first." Lainey Brown said with a smile.

After breakfast, they left, leaving only Mary Wright and Sykes Wright in the living room.

After glancing at the watch, Sykes Wright stretched lazily and got up from the sofa. He said, "Mary, I'm

leaving."

Coming back to earth, Mary Wright asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"Of course, it's a part-time job. I haven't finished my work yet, and I don't have a holiday for the New

Year."

Mary Wright frowned. "Sykes, you don't have to do that."

"Mary, that's my choice. I'm preparing for the future."

Sykes Wright shook his head and hummed, "No one can understand me. When the day comes in the

future, I will shine..."

As he sang softly, he walked out of the House of Wright, exuding the uniqueness and charm of youth.

As a result, Mary Wright was the only one left in the living room, as well as the servants walking back

and forth.

The next day was the New Year. Lainey Brown asked the servants to clean up the House of Wright

from inside to outside, and they could not let go of any corner.

All of a sudden, Mary Wright had a deep feeling. "Is Lainey Brown's life interesting?"

Cromwell was originally busy with his work. He didn't go back all year round and stayed in Butte

County all the time.

Now that he had a woman he loved outside, it was even more impossible for him to return.

Lainey Brown only stayed at the home alone. No wonder she became more and more vulgar and

mean.

Compared with the Lainey Brown from ten years ago, it was like heaven and earth.

To be honest, as a woman, Lainey Brown was indeed miserable.

However, when she thought of what she had said at breakfast, the sympathy in Mary Wright's heart

immediately disappeared.

How could have sympathy for a woman who always wanted to mock and provoke you?

As her thoughts drifted away, she thought of the cosmetics in his hand last night. Her heart moved

slightly and she was full of curiosity.

Did he give the cosmetics to Harriet Smith, or stay there, or give them to her?

She kept thinking about it in her mind. Mary Wright felt a little uneasy. And she happened to see a

servant holding the key to the House of Wright walking to the second floor.

Her eyes lit up, and she said to the maid, "What are you doing with the key now?" All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Mrs. Brown asked me to clean Mr. Wright's study."

"Well, open the door and send me the key. I'll go to the attic to find something." Mary Wright said in a

strange tone.

"Miss Wright, do you need my help?"

"No, I can do it by myself." Mary Wright smiled gently at the servant.

When she held the key and stood at the door of Beau Wright's room, Mary Wright seemed to be poured

with a bucket of ice water from her head and woke up instantly.

Now she... Now... What was she doing now?

Why did she have such an idea?

Mary Wright's expression changed slightly. Even she couldn't understand why she had become like

this. It was as if she had been bewitched and couldn't help it.

The reason in her mind told her that she should turn around and then go downstairs.

But her feet seemed to be stuck there and could not move at all.

Since no one was at home, why not go in and have a look?

No one would know, and she wouldn't touch anything in the room. So it doesn't matter.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Mary Wright unconsciously inserted the key in and opened the

door.

She closed the door and looked around the room.

Compared to three years ago, there was no change in the decoration of the room. The only change

was that there were more feminine things here.

In addition, there were two quilts on the bed. Obviously, they were sleeping in the same bed.

Thinking of this, it was like she had been stabbed in the heart.

She walked forward again. When Mary Wright noticed the set of cosmetics on the dressing table that

had been opened, she froze on the spot.

Then, she smiled with irony.

It was she who flattered herself, and she dared ... She even guessed... That set of cosmetics might be

given to her...

And he brought it into the room, waiting for a suitable opportunity to take it out.

At this time, those speculations became so ridiculous, as if a slap had landed on her face.

How could she be better than Lainey Brown?

Her fair and delicate hands, which were hanging by her side, tightened little by little. Mary Wright's

gentle expression became a little ferocious.

The feeling of disappointment turned out to be this.

"But why did he give Harriet Smith cosmetics?"

She didn't understand, but there were more thoughts, fear...

For the first time, Harriet Smith felt that shopping was so tiring.

Lainey Brown put a pile of clothes at the door of the fitting room and tried them one by one.

Beau Wright's tall body sank into the soft sofa, with his left hand supporting his chin, and his right hand

casually flipping through the magazine.

Raising his eyes, he glanced at the tired woman on her face and patted the seat next to him with his

big hand. "Harriet."

Harriet Smith just glanced at him and ignored him. She still leaned against the wall and stood there.

Beau Wright didn't take it seriously. He raised his eyebrows and moved his thin lips. He kindly

reminded her in a low voice, "It will take her more than three hours to try on these clothes..."

Hearing this, she moved to the sofa, sat down at the farthest place from him, and gently pounded her

slightly sour calf.

Since it would cost three hours, why did she have to stand?

"Are you sure you want to continue like this?" Putting down the magazine in his hand, he glanced at

her.

"What's wrong with my attitude?" Harriet Smith asked flatly.

"Cold, distant, and strange. As my wife, do you think you should have such an attitude?"

Beau Wright raised his voice, showing his dissatisfaction. He tapped the magazine with his big hand

and made a sound.

"You can manage the Companies of Wright Family, but cannot control my attitude. No matter what kind

of attitude I have, it's my freedom. You have no right to interfere, don't you?"

His thin lips moved slightly. When he was about to say something, Lainey Brown came over, holding

several clothes in her hand, and said directly, "Harriet, go and pay the bill."