Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 89

After washing, Harriet was quite awake. When she returned to the bedroom, she found Wesley was waiting for her, apparently he was going to settle the account just now.

"Mr. Smith, I was drunk just now, and I don't know what I said or done. If there is any offense, please don't mind."

Harriet didn't hesitate to pass the buck to drunk self.

Wesley raised his eyebrows lightly, "I can make you remember it slowly."

"..." Harriet leaned on the bed touching her forehead, with an expression of incompetence, "Mr. Smith, I really didn't mean to neglect you tonight. I enjoyed myself at the banquet and couldn't help but drink more. So I don’t intend to break the treaty."

Wesley couldn't help but feel amused, "Didn't you just complain about me?"

He still remembered that she said she hated him.

Harriet persuaded at once, "Well...how can you take what I said seriously when I was drunk, right?"

Wesley sneered, "I think it's ‘speak truth after drinking’."

"..."

Harriet didn't know how to respond to let the man let her go. Her brain was running fast. At this time, Wesley suddenly approached.

"You said you want to live a stable life, are you not stable now?"

Harriet was taken aback. Of course she still had an impression of those words she said when she was drunk. Hearing the man's question at this moment, she immediately replied, "Yes, I am comfortable and secure under the protection of Mr. Smith. I just need to make a good film."

As soon as she finished that, the chin was pinched by the man, and she was forced to meet his unfathomable eyes.

"You hate me?"

... Damn, why did he remember these words clearly?

Harriet mumbled in her mind and blinked innocently, "How could it be? Mr. Smith is my employer. I don’t hate you. I like you very much."

However, this answer made Wesley very dissatisfied.

"You mean, you like your employer no matter who he is?"

Harriet looked at him weirdly and frowned slightly, "Mr. Smith, is it necessary for you to care about it? Anyway, I am only a mistress be kept. If I am kept by someone else, I have the same attitude. It makes no sense to pursue it."

The words of the woman made Wesley inexplicably angry.

She meant clearly that anyone was ok.

He might not care too much about this answer before. She had who in mind had nothing to do with him as long as he enjoyed, but now he was very dissatisfied when he heard this answer.

"Isn’t that I gave you enough so that you have other one in mind?"

Feeling painful in the chin being peached, Harriet felt strange when she suddenly heard this sentence.

"I don’t have other people in mind. Don't worry, you are the only one in my heart."

These words made Wesley's eyes light so he released her chin.

"Don't think about other men when you go out with me."

"Go out with him"? Are they lovers?

Wesley went into the bathroom. Harriet lay on the bed and pondered the man's strange reaction. But she didn't figure out anything, it could only be attributed to the face of men.

She didn't dare and wouldn’t believe that he did that for caring about her.

When Wesley came back, not surprisingly, the woman was asleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gazed at her quietly for a while, with complicated eyes, and finally lay on the bed.

The next day.

Thinking in a daze, Harriet's hand was suddenly grabbed, and a man's lazy voice came over her head, "You can't wait so early in the morning?"

Harriet opened her eyes suddenly, not sleepy at all.

"Wesley? You--how could you..."

She stopped talking and recalled what happened last night, upset and depressed.

Yes, the address she deliberately concealed was casually exposed by herself.

"Don’t you work?" She had to change the subject in frustration.

Wesley twisted a strand of her soft hair, "Do you mind my leaving?"

Why not? How amorous he was!

Harriet only dared to think about above words, but said diligently, "Of course not. But I know that Mr. Smith runs everything. I don’t want to make you delay your business."

Sure enough, how well-behaved Harriet 's mouth was when she was sober.

"Don't call me Mr. Smith all the time." Wesley said suddenly.

Harriet was puzzled, "Why?"

She still remembered that he used to punish her unceremoniously in order to let her respectfully call him. Why he let her change the way calling him?

"You can call my name in private occasions."

Harriet smiled, "Didn't Mr. Smith emphasize that I should address you in a proper way? It's not appropriate to call your name."

Wesley's eyes became a little cold, "I said it is appropriate."

"...Well then, Wesley?"

Harriet called him tentatively. The man looked at her with satisfaction. That made her even more confused about what he was thinking.

At this time, with a meow, the little orange cat jumped onto the bed and touched Wesley’s hand affectionately.

"Wesner, sister is here." Harriet stared at the little cat unhappily. It forgot her when it saw Wesley, ignoring who was worrying about it all day long.

Wesner saw that the man ignored it without hugging and cuddling itself like the owner. It meowed for twice before it came to Harriet.

"See, you hit a wall? Mr. Smith is not the one you can provoke, so stay here with me."

While talking, Harriet got up and brought cat food for Wesner.

Wesley suddenly asked, "Why keep a cat?"

Harriet replied casually, "After Colin moved out, I am not used to living alone, so I keep Wesner accompany me."

Wesley didn't ask more, and even defaulted to the term "Wesner".

After getting up and cleaning up, Harriet and Wesley went out together. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Len standing opposite with dark circles under his eyes. He was obviously worried her all night.

"Miss Clark, are you okay?"

Harriet was quite surprised and quickly responded, "I'm fine, but you..."

Len let out a sigh of relief, "It's okay. I almost took the liberty to knock the door last night."

Harriet laughed at once, "Don't be so nervous. You have seen it, this is Mr. Smith, of course he will not do anything that would damage his identity."

Anyway, they had been caught being together, Harriet simply behaved more generous.

Len frowned, "Really..."

He just hesitated for a moment and then immediately reached out to show friendship, "Sorry, I may have misunderstood the relationship between you last night, Mr. Smith, don't mind."

Harriet thought that a man wouldn’t care about her feelings because of what happened yesterday, but when she was about to make ends meet, she saw Wesley reached out to shake hands with Len briefly.

"Don't worry, I won't disclose what happened yesterday." Len consciously said and smiled friendly to Wesley.

Originally, Harriet was entangled in how to explain the relationship with Wesley, but she didn't expect that he took the initiative to give her an out so that her impression of this man improved a bit.

After a brief greeting, Harriet got into Wesley's car and said curiously, "I thought Mr. Smith hated Mr. Davis."

Wesley started the engine without squinting, "Yes, I hate him."

"..."

"But for the sake of his vigilance, I don't care about him this time."

If it was another man who sent Harriet back last night and blocked him, the result would be different.

"Of course, your relationship had better been keep at this level." Wesley added lightly.