Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

A president room of a high class hotel at an island coast of New Zealand was surrounded by sunshine. The sunlight from the sunrise shined through the French windows and made Harriet who was on a double bed opened her eyes slowly.

She was about to lift herself up yet she fell back to the cozy bed due to lack of energy. Her whole body was aching and weak, reminding her how much she was messed around by Wesley last night.

“Tsk, man!”

She spoke angrily and realized her throat had become hoarse.

Although their relationship was used to be like that, but it was rare for Wesley to mess her around until she suffered. No matter how she begged and cried last night, that man did not show her any mercy.

Where the heck had she offended him?

Just then, the door opened and Harriet looked at its direction alertly. She felt relieved after noticing it was Wesley.

“What is this place?” She frowned.

Wesley was dressed casually, his white shirt added a sense of indifference to him and his cufflinks were fastened on his forearms. He looked refreshing though with such a casual wear, and he looked less apathetic as if having a good mood.

“New Zealand.”

Harriet had followed him for so long and she could discern his mood from his voice, she was bold enough to quickly reply, “Looks like Mr. Smith has some business matter to deal with, I’ll leave by myself and would not bother you.”

“Who has allowed you to leave?” Wesley replied lightly and threw her a bag of clothes, “Get dressed and come out.”

Harriet’s face froze and said stubbornly, “Mr. Smith, you should be happy for last night already, and I’ve accomplished my duty, therefore staying here would be solely wasting our time, not to mention I have an acting job when I return.”

Wesley had obviously lost his patience, “Harriet, I don’t like to repeat my words.”

“…”

Seeing him going out of the room after leaving those words, Harriet got up and wore her clothes unhappily.

The bruises all over her body were frightening at sight, and people might be mistaken about her being abused by Wesley, especially the scar caused by a gun wound on her chest which seemed impossible to be gotten rid of.

her eyes and forced herself not to think further. After covering every part of the body that could be covered, she went to the living room. She noticed that breakfast had been laid

for a

eyebrow, “Are you that happy to see me

sat down opposite to him calmly, “I would be blamed if I do not remind

did not look good when she

her being uncomfortable, Wesley suddenly

muscles and stared at him alertly due

do something on her again? She would not be able to

just taking a soft cushion from the sofa, “Get up,” he

stood up subconsciously. He then put the soft cashmere cushion on her seat. She staggered for a moment

this mean, Mr. Smith? A

his seat and gave her a cold gaze, “You better stay still, or else I won’t mind

not help but

that doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart! I’ve accepted being called the other woman, but can’t you at least give me some respect? You brought me out the

finished her words, Wesley’s cold stare scratched her face like sharp

so afraid of this man,

Louisa,” Wesley looked away after giving her a threatening

frowned, and

the engagement could not began, therefore the engagement was counted as incomplete.

felt that

it’s inappropriate for me to stay by your side, please let

calmly, “Clause number one hundred and twenty-eight. I’m sure you have a good

you need to accompany me

light stare, “I

he was the boss

ahead. She knew she was not capable to argue with him therefore she decided

not only me whose time was delayed if I

slowly and gracefully, he spoke casually, “You don’t need to worry

and had her

though not counted as talkative but would nag