Chapter 24 Calling Others' Name
Chapter 24 Calling Others' Name
"Yes..." There is a touch of impishness in his low voice. Then, he raised his eyebrows and said, "As a
teacher, you should be good at performing and adapting. I naturally believe in Miss Smith..."
"Mr. Wright, who told you that a teacher should be good at performing and adapting? Do you think I'm a
wild survivor?" She retorted angrily.
"Miss Smith does know a lot..." With a smile on his thin lips, Beau Wright started the car and left.
How could this person be so dominant? He couldn't listen to anyone else at all. She frowned and
muttered in her heart.
However, when he finally left, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. In Harriet Smith's eyes, it
looked more attractive... After work in the afternoon, Harriet Smith walked out of the school. A middle-
aged man in a suit came over and blocked her way.
She frowned in confusion. Just as she was about to speak, the man spoke first, "Miss Smith, I'm
Secretary Aaron. The president asked me to take you to your apartment."
She had no choice but to get in the car. She went home first to sort out some daily necessities and
clothes.
Then, she went to the apartment with Secretary Aaron.
There was no one in the large and luxurious apartment. She pulled her suitcase and stood in the living
room. Secretary Aaron had left.
Standing there, Harriet Smith was a little stunned and hesitant. When she thought that they were going
to live in the same room, she felt a little unnatural and nervous.
But after thinking about it, she still couldn't escape. She gritted her teeth and walked into the room with
her suitcase.
In the Charmed Bar.
The moving music was ear-piercing, and the men and women on the dance floor shook their bodies
wantonly.
In the private room.
Kayson George and Arthur Andrew looked at the man on the sofa without blinking.
The suit jacket was casually placed on the sofa. Beau Wright was only wearing a black shirt, and his
sleeves were slightly rolled up. His arms were firm and his lines were beautiful.
He clenched a glass of wine and raised his chin slightly, the wine was drunken.
"Damn it. It's Vogart, Poland. The concentration of alcohol is 90%. Why isn't he drunk yet?" Kayson
George touched his chin.
"Compared to that question, I'm more curious about why he got together with Miss Smith and got
married!" Arthur Andrew shrugged his shoulders in surprise.
"I'm also curious about this question, but I'm curious about tonight is the first day of the wedding night.
Why did he come here to drink? Did he think of his aunt?"
The glass in Beau Wright's hand paused slightly, but it only lasted for a moment. Then it returned to
normal, as if nothing had happened.
But Arthur Andrew caught it with his sharp eyes. He hit Kayson George's shoulder lightly and said in a
low voice, "Do you have to run into the gun?"
With a light cough, Kayson George noticed something and immediately stopped the topic.
At one o'clock in the morning.
Harriet Smith was still sitting on the sofa without falling asleep. Perhaps it was because of the change
in the environment that she found it difficult to fall asleep.
And Beau Wright had not come back yet...
She frowned slightly and could not tell what kind of feeling she had in her heart.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and she stood up from the sofa in shock.
Who could it be at such a late hour? Could it be Beau Wright?
She stepped forward and opened the door, only to see Arthur Andrew and Kayson George standing
beside her.
Beau Wright, on the other hand, was standing in the middle, supported by two people. His hair was
slightly drooping. Obviously, he was drunk.
"Long time no see, Miss Smith." Kayson George smiled and said, "Mr.Wright just ended a business
gathering. He drank too much."
Arthur Andrew echoed, "We happened to be here, so we sent him back."
Harriet Smith was even slapped to the ground by they calling her sister-in-law. She watched in a daze
as the two of them helped Beau Wright go to bed in the room and walked out again.
"I'll leave Mr.Wright to Miss Smith. You can treat him whatever you want!"
Before Kayson George could finish his words, Arthur Andrew kicked him behind his back and said
helplessly, "Miss Smith, don't take it to heart. Good night."
Then, he dragged Kayson George away.
Harriet Smith walked into the bedroom and her gaze fell on the bed.
He seemed to have drunk a lot, so he was drunk and unconscious. There was a touch of decadence
and casualness in his handsome face, which was more attractive.
Walking over, she squatted down slightly and took off his leather shoes.
This man had always been mature and steady, but how could he be so drunk today?
Her gaze swept across his slightly dry thin lips. After a pause, she turned around and walked out.
When she returned, she was holding a cup of warm water in her hand.
Sitting by the bed, Harriet Smith poked his shoulder angrily. "Hey, get up and drink some water!"
He frowned, but she didn't respond at all. She poked him a few more times without hesitation.
Suddenly, his eyes half-squinted open, some slightly red bloodshot, but more black as an inky mass,
quenching black, dark, and bottomless.
Seeing this, she was a little frightened. She looked away and stretched out the glass of water. "Here."
After a while, no one answered. She frowned in confusion. When she was about to look over, an arm
suddenly pressed her on the bed. With a clang, the cup fell to the ground.
She was shocked and was pulled into his arms again. Before she could react, she was kissed directly.
She was paralyzed all over, and her hands involuntarily grabbed the shirt on his chest.
After a long time, he finally let go.
Finally, she could breathe fresh air. Her chest heaved.
Her cheeks were burning like fire. When she recalled that she had indulged in his crazy kiss just now,
she felt a little shy.
She twisted her body and struggled to get out of his arms, but after struggling for a long time, she failed
to move him at all.
"Hey, let go of me!" She lowered her voice and hit his chest.
There was still no response. What responded to her was the steady and regular breathing. He fell
asleep again...
Harriet Smith felt helpless and could not break free. It was already two o'clock in the morning, and she
could not resist the sleepiness. She leaned against his furnace-like chest and finally fell asleep. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.
In the quiet room, only the breathing of the two people could be heard.
After a while, Beau Wright's body moved slightly on the bed and he hugged the woman in his arms
tighter. His handsome face was buried in her neck. He smelled the faint orange fragrance and
murmured with satisfaction, "Mary Wright..."
The unusually low and hoarse voice was already as gentle as water in the end...
However, the woman in his arms had already fallen asleep and did not hear him.
The next morning.
When Harriet Smith woke up, she saw the man's face across from her. Beau Wright was already
awake.
His tall and strong body was slightly tilted, with one hand supporting his head. The hair on his forehead
fell down, and there were still some blood streaks in his eyes. There was stubble on his chin, and his
black shirt was no longer as smooth as before. It had wrinkles, but it was lazy and charming.
As if he had not woken up yet, he narrowed his half-closed eyes and looked at her quietly.
Her eyes were too deep to see through, let alone what he was thinking at this time.
Thinking of her current situation, Harriet Smith coughed lightly and explained, "I didn't mean to sleep
here, but you didn't let me go."
He hid all the emotions in his eyes and hid them. He smiled faintly and said, "Miss Smith, if you don't
plan to sleep here. Where are you going to sleep?"
“……” Harriet Smith was speechless.
"Shouldn't a couple sleep in the same bed?" He continued to ask forward.
She licked her lips, which showed that she was at the disadvantage. "I thought it would be inconvenient
for you."
Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you afraid that I will be inconvenient, or you will be
inconvenient?"
This man, indeed, was a bloodthirsty, knife-edge, and she continued in an unpleasant manner, "I'm a
bad sleeper, I always roll around, and I can't sleep when there's suddenly a man in my bed."
He was very generous. "It doesn't matter even if you roll on me. Also, you will naturally be familiar with
it if we sleep more..."
"It's such a waste not to be a lawyer!" Harriet Smith frowned and snorted.
"Thank you for your praise." As he spoke, Beau Wright put his hands behind his back and sat up
slightly. His chest was exposed, firm, and smooth.
She blushed and looked away. Just then, her cell phone rang. It was Sophia Scott.
She picked it up and answered, "Mom". Then she walked to the landing and spoke on the phone.
On the phone, she turned around and saw Beau Wright staring at her. "Uncle and aunt are back?"
Uncle and aunt?
She was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was talking about her parents. She felt a
little awkward and nodded.
"Since they are back, pack up and we will go to your house immediately..."
Feeling shocked, Harriet Smith quickly asked, "Why is it so sudden?"