You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 98 Let's Get divorced

However, seeing her slightly trembling body in the cold wind, Peter Johns still asked, "Do you want to

find a place to talk? It's too cold here."

The next moment, Beau Wright's deep and cold eyes shot to Peter Johns, and there was already a

fierce look on his face. He sneered, and his cold voice squeezed out from between his teeth. "It's none

of your business."

At the thought of last night, he took her away from the bar and took her to his home. After a night, he

wished he could punch him twice.

He was already shouting crazily, but he was enduring it!

"It's true that it's none of my business, but she's very cold now and is trembling. Can't we find a warm

place to talk?"

Harriet Smith smiled at t Peter Johns and said, "It's okay. I'm not cold, and my head is still a little dull.

It's good to breathe in."

From beginning to end, she did not look at Beau Wright.

Her cheeks were fair-skinned, but they were not as rosy as usual. Instead, they were slightly green and

white. Her body trembled in the cold wind, and her hair fluttered in the cold wind.

Beau Wright looked at her. At this time, he really wanted to crush her to death. But seeing her, he

pursed his thin lips into a straight line, took off his black coat, and put it on her forcefully.

Harriet Smith's expression was cold and emotionless. As soon as he put on his coat, she pulled it

without saying a word...

Such a move obviously provoked the anger in Beau Wright's heart. Suddenly, he took a step forward,

reached out to grab her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

She felt a burning pain in her wrist. Harriet Smith didn't expect him to do this. She stumbled and fell into

his arms. Her forehead hit his hard chest. She couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Out of instinct, Peter Johns took a step forward and wanted to protect her, but he felt that somebody

was looking at him.

Being intimidated by that look, Peter Johns stood still.

There were quite a few great figures he had seen before. There were countless people he had dealt

with, but he had never encountered someone who could intimidate him with just a look.

While he was still in a daze, Beau Wright had already gotten into the car with Harriet Smith and closed

the door behind him.

Standing outside the window and looking in, the only thing that could be seen was darkness. As for the

voice of the conversation, it could not be heard at all.

However, he still did not leave. He just stood in the cold wind and waited.

After getting in the car, Harriet Smith sat in the passenger seat, while Beau Wright sat beside her.

The grip on her wrist made her feel a little pain. She rubbed her wrist and looked at him indifferently.

Beau Wright didn't look at her. He started the car and was ready to leave.

However, Harriet Smith was quick-witted. She quickly stretched out her hand and pulled out his car key.

Holding it in her palm, she said coldly, "I won't go back!"

"Do you still want to stay with him?" Beau glanced at Peter through the window.

Harriet ignored him, and said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you."

Hearing this, Beau stared at her, "You are Mrs. Wright, but you stay with another man. Do you think it

has nothing to do with me?"

"Mrs. Wright..." She said cynically, "Before last night, I thought I was Mrs. Wright, but now I don't think

so. I overestimate myself. It's ridiculous."

Beau tightened the steering wheel, but he calmed down gradually.

"I don't interfere with your affairs, so you also can't get involved in my life."

"Mrs. Wright, do you think it's possible?" Beau felt angry.

Harriet looked at him, "Don't you think it's ridiculous that you can do whatever you want, but I can't?"

Beau stared at her and said angrily, "As Mrs. Wright, you should understand what you can do and what

you can't do in Tranton. Don't try to provoke my bottom line on purpose, and you can't bear the

consequences. If you stay with Peter again, you'll regret it."

"Well." Harriet responded indifferently, "Mr. Wright, are you afraid that I'll lose your face? It doesn't

matter. We can divorce."

When she proposed for divorce, she felt very miserable and couldn't help trembling.

Hearing this, Beau felt very angry, and his heart suddenly seemed to be hit by something hard.

He grabbed her shoulders fiercely with one hand, while holding her chin with another hand. His voice

was stern, as cold as ice.

"You have a back-up and propose for divorce, so that you can be with him, right?"

A back-up? She said calmly, "Whatever you think."

Harriet's indifferent attitude irritated him. He looked so malicious as if he wanted to kill her. Suddenly,

He put down the car window.

A bone-chilling cold wind blew in, making her cheeks hurt.

Beau looked at her and then approached her slowly. He held the back of her head with his big hand,

and then lowered his head to kiss her.

Peter felt worried about Harriet. When he saw the car window was opened, he looked toward, and

found they kissed. He was stunned.

Beau bit Harriet's lips, making her lips bleed. She tried to push him away.

However, she failed. After a while, he wiped the blood on his lips. Then, he glanced at Peter and

sneered, "How does he feel now?"

Now Harriet knew why he put down the window. He wanted Peter to see that they kissed.

She also wiped the blood on her lips, and said, "You are mad!"