You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 1 A Night of Love with a Rich Man

Early morning.

Harrit Smith's eyes moved slightly. The first thing she felt when she woke up was pain all over her body.

She lowered her head. She was naked, and even her underwear was missing.

She looked around the room. It seemed that she was alone in the room.

And the blood on the sheets, as well as the clothes scattered on the ground, fully showed what had

happened last night...

What was going on?

How could she lose her virginity after being a bridesmaid?

She breathed quickly and suddenly sat up from the bed with a layer of cold sweat on her back. She

quickly touched the phone on the nightstand and called her bestie Lavinia George.

"You were so drunk last night. So I had to take you to Suite 8802. Senya prepared the room in

advance. What's wrong?"

"Is there anyone else in the room except me?"

"Anyone else? You're the only one in the room. I still have something to do now. Talk back."

Her hand, which was holding the phone, slowly dropped. Harrit Smith closed her eyes and felt

confusion in her head.

"Get the clothes ready and send them to Suite 8804." A deep voice came from the bathroom.

Was there anyone else in the room?

She was shocked. Harrit Smith looked up and saw a man leaning against the door frame of the

bathroom, his white bathrobe wrapped around his sturdy body.

Her eyes were now wide open and she looked at him in shock. "Why are you here?"

"Wasn't he the best man at the wedding yesterday?"

Didn't Lavinia George say that she was the only one in the room? So why was he here, too?

"Your acting is good enough to be an actor, maybe more than enough."

Beau Wright leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and gave an indifferent sneer.

Hearing this, she frowned. "What do you mean?"

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down. "You got my attention, and then you

sneaked into the room while I was drunk. I have to admit that your arrangements were very smart..."

Harrit Smith keep her anger under control and her face turned stern. "Are you sure you are not having

any delusions and you don't need to go to the hospital?"

Beau Wright sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.

"Since we have done that thing last night, it is only logical that you should be rewarded. Tell me, what

do you want?"

"You're seriously ill!"

The drifting smoke made Harrit Smith cough a few times. She reached out to hold the quilt and asked,

"What's the number of your room?"

“8804.” Beau Wright looked at her, indifference written across his face.

He was vaguely interested in what she wanted to do...

Harrit Smith immediately reached out for the phone next to the bed, dialed a number, and turned on the

speaker. "What's the number of my room?"

"Hello, Miss, your room number is 8802..."

8802?

Beau Wright's face changed and his body stiffened slightly.

Just now, she was still not sure who had made a mistake. Now, Harrit Smith was so much at ease, she

regained her confidence.

"How would you explain it now? Superb acting, a series of smart arrangements and rewards. Don't you

think it's ridiculous?"

With confidence in her heart, her tone became imposing.

"Shouldn't the conclusion be made too quickly before everything is figured out? I'm the victim, not you,

and don't you owe me an apology for what you just said?

Harrit Smith looked at him with her head held high. He had all masculine curves; his jaw line was sharp

as a knife and he carried the unique sexiness of a man. However, his eyes were deep and dangerous

like those of a cheetah, making her feel a little nervous and uneasy.

But even so, she had to prove her innocence and defend her dignity. If he didn't apologize, she would

definitely pester him to the end!

She was still deep in her thoughts when a voice suddenly came.

"Sorry."

"Ah?"

He apologized so easily. Before Harrit Smith could react, she looked at him in a daze.

The cigarette butt was put out in the ashtray. Beau Wright raised his chin slightly and rubbed his

forehead with his fingertips. "Sorry, I drank too much last night. I went to the wrong room."

Harrit Smith was ready to argue with him, but he had already apologized. If she continued to make a

fuss, it would seem like she was being unreasonable.

She had always been a reasonable person, and she didn't take the hard side.

Besides, she didn't want to make a scene. After all, it was Senya's wedding, and it won’t do her any

good.

She had nothing to say, so she didn't say anything. Anyway, it was an irreversible fact that she lost her

first time. At this time, she only wanted to leave the place.

After grabbing her underwear, she got into the quilt and put on her underwear.

Beau Wright's gaze landed on the soft, wriggling blanket. His thin lips curled into an arc as he smiled

faintly.

When she came out of the quilt, Harrit Smith inadvertently looked at the blood on the bed sheet...

She stood rooted to the spot, her heart aching.

The white sheet was now shining bright red. It was really dazzling!

Following her gaze, Beau Wright naturally saw the bright red, and his expression was unusually

indifferent. "Since it's my fault, then I will make up for it. So you can propose your request, right..."

After a pause, he looked at her carefully and said, "I can also repair that thing for you..."

Harrit Smith held her breath and her chest heaved up and down in anger. Gritting her teeth, she

shouted, "Pervert!"

Then, she walked forward without looking back. Just as she was about to walk out of the suite, Beau

Wright strode over and grabbed her wrist from behind.

"Anything else?" Harrit Smith looked at him angrily.

"Take some pills..."

Someone knocked on the door and came in. The man in a neat suit was acquiesced and sent in the

medicine. "Mr. Wright, this is your clothes and medicine."

This man was really cautious!

He thought that I wanted to get pregnant with his child. Was he dreaming?

After taking the medicine quickly, Harrit Smith walked out.

When she walked to the door, she seemed to think of something and suddenly stopped. She turned

around with some mockery.

"Beau Wright's charm can match that of a celebrity or money. Although you are indeed charming, don’t

you think you are a bit overconfident?"

Beau Wright's slender fingers, which were fastened to his shirt buttons, paused. For the first time in his

life, he was really stunned...

After a while, his eyes deepened and his lips curled with interest.

He remembered this woman!