You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 57 He Has Such an Aspect

At these words, the nurse did not raise her head and her body trembled slightly. Harriet patted her

shoulder and gently said, "The water in the kettle spilled out and it was accidentally scalded."

With a worried look on his face, he asked, "Is it serious?"

"It's okay. The nurse has taken medicine and bandaged it. The wound is not serious, but a few drops of

hot water splashed."

Beau raised his eyebrows. As his eyes turned, they became deeper and deeper. He stared at her

calmly and said, "Since the wound is so light, try to take two steps..."

Harriet Smith: "..."

If she take two steps forward, she would definitely be disabled.

A cold snort escaped from his thin lips. He strode over, bent down, and held her in his arms.

She instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she pulled his leg, she

gritted her teeth in pain.

"Isn't it sad that there are only a few drops of hot water splashing on your feet? Why is your face so

ferocious now?" He glanced at her and said lightly.

“……” She glared at him a few times. She knew that he was seriously injured, but he still deliberately

teased her!

Of course, he saw her expression. His thin lips twitched and his voice rose. "You seem to have some

opinions?"

"No!" She almost squeezed these two words out of her teeth, but her expression was pleasant: "Can

we go now? My feet will hurt more if you do this."

Staring at her, Beau spat out a few words. "It hurts better. Keep a good memory..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swept his eyes over Sykes and said, "You stay here and I'll send

Harriet back."

It was only then that he shifted his gaze away from Harriet. His gaze was slightly bitter, but his tone

was the same as before. "Got it."

The lone figure walked forward, Sykes kept staring at Harriet while Mary on the hospital bed looked at

Beau.

Both of them had their own hidden thoughts.

Mary watched in a daze. It wasn't until she completely disappeared from her sight that she looked away

and lowered her eyes slightly.

Sykes rolled onto the sofa and lazily looked at the bed. "Do you still love Beau?"

"Sykes..."

"You don't have to answer. I'm just got a mosquito bite on my mouth and had to relax a bit."

He smiled, having asked, but suddenly not wanting to know the answer; it was a matter between Beau

and Mary, nothing to do with him, and even if he did know, it wouldn't help a bit, so why be so curious?

However, Mary's mind was wandering. "When you fell in love with someone, she didn't belong to you.

What would you do?"

"It's very simple. If she loves me, then even if it means everything, I'll be with her. If she doesn't love

me, then I'll wait...."

Just like him now, the only thing he could do was wait.

He didn't know when Beau would let her go, nor did he know if they would divorce.

But the only thing he knew was that if there was an opportunity, he would never give up, absolutely not!

"How long will it take?"

"I'll wait as long as I can. Try my best until I can't wait any longer."

Mary stared at him. "If she marries someone else, will you regret it?"

With a gentle smile, he didn't answer her question but said seriously.

Mary, how many people do you think you can meet in your life that you love? If you don't try your best, I

am sure that you will only get regret, pain, and memories.

Regret, pain, memories...

The three words were the best reflections in Mary Wright's heart at this time. They were clear, deep,

and vivid.

Seeing them leave, she couldn't tell what kind of feeling she had. It was as if her heart was being held

tightly by someone. She couldn't breathe but was more disappointed.

Since she planned to break up, she had been in the stage of memory in the three years abroad,

recalling the time when they were together.

She did not know how to calm down when she saw such a scene in front of her.

Her heart was in a mess, too chaotic, so chaotic that she felt at a loss and empty...

What he had done to her had now manifested in another woman.

She had thought about where they would go on their honeymoon and what kind of life they would have

after marriage.

However, she had thought about it so many times. In the end, she was not the one who became his

wife, nor was she on her honeymoon, and she was not the one who lived together after marriage!

Mary Wright's hand, which was hanging by her side, slowly clenched the quilt, and her mind was in a

mess.

Cromwell Wright's and Sykes Wright's words kept replaying in her mind...

She slept quietly on the bed, letting her mind tumble.

Meanwhile, Sykes Wright was lying on the sofa without saying a word. He was full of worry. He didn't

know if her foot was seriously injured!

Even though she was held all the way, Harriet Smith's feet still hurt so much that she frowned. She

could not help but gasp.

Beau Wright glanced at her, opened the door with his left hand, and said. "Have you had dinner?

She shook her head. "Not yet."

Putting her on the bed, he turned around and walked into the kitchen. He didn't come out for a long

time, only sounds could be heard coming out of the kitchen.

What was he doing in the kitchen? Harriet Smith was confused and curious.

Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, she was bored and picked up the newspaper beside Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

her to kill time.

It was a news newspaper. Basically, it was about the economic development of Butte County. There

was also another report about Cromwell Wright's personal interview.

Instead of giving up his official position in Washington and Tranton, he insisted on staying in Butte

County and driving its development.

She had never been interested in economic reports. She read for a while, put them aside, and turned

on her mobile phone.

There were four text messages that she hadn't checked yet. She found that all of them were sent by

Sykes Wright.

"How is the foot injury? Is it serious?"

... The medicine? Have you applied it?

"Have you had dinner?"

"Have you fallen asleep?"

The phone had been silent all the time, so she didn't know that there were messages sent over.

Judging from the time, it was ten minutes ago.

Fearing that he would be worried, Harriet Smith sent him a text message and told him to rest early.

As soon as she put down the phone, she saw Beau Wright walking out of the kitchen with a bowl in his

hand.

He put the bowl on the table, then turned around and walked back to the bedside. He held her up and

put her at the table.

She looked at the porridge in surprise. She looked up and fixed her eyes on him.

Frowning, Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and glanced at her. He tapped the table lightly and said, "Do

you want to eat porridge or me?"

Her thoughts were thrown into disarray. She looked away and took a mouthful of porridge. It was tasted

good. "I didn't expect that you could cook porridge. What else are you good at? I'm really curious about

it."