Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Harriet found sadly that she still couldn't free from the rules set by the man, so she had to reply sullenly, "I will be self-aware. Mr. Smith, please don't keep reminding me." "What do you call me?"

"...Wesley."

"If you make mistake again, you know the consequences."

Harriet couldn't help saying, "Why do you suddenly let me change the term? Let me make it clear first of all. If I accidentally call you Wesley in front of your fiancée after I get used to call you like this. Don't blame me for a slip of tongue."

"I won't blame you." It seemed that Wesley didn't care what would happen if Louisa known it.

Harriet became more curious, and deliberately said, "You haven't come to see me for several days. I thought you may be tired of me. Now, Mr. Smith...Wesley, you seem to pay more attention to me." As she said, she blinked her eyes and leaned forward to add, "Can I understand that you are a little moved to me?"

Wesley did not answer.

In fact, he was deliberately avoiding her these days, because he found that he, used to be never moved to someone, always lost control in front of Harriet.

When he saw her crying, coldly in words, he felt like his heart was torn by something. Especially the person who made her cry was often him. This feeling made him more anxious than ever.

So he tried to leave her for a few days, thinking that he could improve without seeing the woman, but he made a mistake this time.

"Here." After reaching the destination, Wesley reminded her.

"Thank you..." Harriet kept staring at him and didn't come back to his senses until she got out of the car.

"Take a few days off after setting the role. Don't work too hard." Wesley said to her. Harriet did not whether it was a reminder or an order.

Harriet muttered, "I didn't think it was intense... Well, I know, I will follow the instructions of you."

She smiled playfully, watched the car drive away, and then recalled the man's reaction in the car. Wesley did not deny her words? Did he often satirize her being narcissistic? What was the hell? She felt happy for another reason. On second thought, she cruelly dispelled the unrealistic joy.

Be sober, she was no longer the one who was secretly complacent. Wesley once said that "she was not worthy" and made love with her by force regardless of her feelings. Why did she humiliate herself? Thinking about it, she turned decisively to enter the gate of Pleasure Media.

"Harriet, were you... okay last night?"

Only after coming out of the office, Harriet heard Cherry's caring greeting and smiled, "I am sorry to have you worried last night. I'm fine."

Cherry exhaled comfortably, "That's good, I thought he would do wrong to you."

Harriet deliberately asked, "He?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I just miss the word." Cherry pretended to be belated.

Harriet laughed, "What's going on today. So many people miss the word. But Cherry, I don't mind to tell you that I..."

"You don't need to explain. I don't care or mind what the relationship between you and Mr. Smith is. Anyway, you are my friend. It will be ok as long as he doesn't bully you." Cherry said solemnly.

Harriet felt a little moved.

It was normal that Molly who was innocent misunderstood the relationship between her and Wesley, but it was impossible that Cherry, who was also in the entertainment circle, didn't know what did she stayed with Wesley meant.

In short, it never meant a sweet relationship.

But even so, Cherry didn't even look at her with tinted glasses. Just this understanding was commendable.

"Thank you, Cherry."

Cherry smiled frankly and even joked, "For what? In fact, I am really bullish about you and Mr. Smith. Anyway, his fiancee doesn't agree to get married. Why not undermine the wall?" Harriet was amused, "Then if I am capable to do that. As you say, it seems that the day when I become a rich lady is not far away?"

Cherry nodded solemnly, "It's very possible, so when Big Star Harriet becomes a rich lady, don't forget me."

She strolled outside with Cherry and bought a few new clothes. When Harriet returned to the apartment, she was shocked to find that there were so many luggages in her rooms. Leather shoes, ties, jackets of men... etc. These luggages seemed familiar.

While she was in confusion, she saw Wesley come out of the study, wearing loose house clothes, as if he were the owner of the apartment.

"You are..." If she wasn't wrong, those all belonged to him.

Wesley said lightly, "Since you are not used to living alone, I will reluctantly move over."

Harriet was stunned and wanted to refuse first.

"This is a single apartment. There is only one bathroom, bedroom and study. You must find it inconvenient to live in."

Wesley responded with understatement, "It's okay. I can adapt it."

He didn't mind but she did, okay!

"But, here is a bit far from your company. If you run into a traffic jam along the way, it might delay your work schedule." Harriet continued her efforts to make the man change his mind. However, Wesley said nonchalantly, "That's what the driver should care about."

Harriet lighted the wax silently for uncle Carl, and finally reluctantly said, "Wesley, why you don't live in your numerous big houses but my confined apartment?" "Afraid that you feel lonely."

"Don't worry. I'm not lonely at all." Harriet got a tricky problem, "I can't afford you, a big Buddha. And it is too wronged for you to live here. Please move away. ." Wesley plausibly said, "In order to stay with you, it's nothing to be wronged."

To be honest, if she didn't know the man's nature well, Harriet would almost be fooled by his words.

Seeing he made up his mind not to leave, Harriet felt a bit resentful in her heart.

"Wesley, do you feel satisfied to mess up my life?"

Wesley lightly stroked the top of her hair. It was clear that he did that lightly, but there was little fluctuation in his voice, "It's you who moved away ungratefully. I'm already very accommodating to you, still not satisfied?"

Harriet stared at him viciously.

"Don't look at me with that look, unless you want to know what it means to blame yourself."

The man made Harriet discouraged with a word.

She couldn't win him, so instead of letting herself suffer, she had better obey him.

Helplessly, Harriet had to acquiesce in the fact that she was going to "live with a wolf".

In the evening, after the shower, Harriet came to the bedroom in loose pajamas. Looking at Wesley who was already sitting on the bed, she consciously went to the quilt and pillow, ready to sleep in the study. "Where to go?" Wesley closed the books and looked over with a sharp gaze.

Harriet said confidently, "There is only a bed here. I'm afraid Mr. Smith will feel crowed, so I'd better sleep outside."

Wesley smiled, with a strong narrowness.

"Harriet, if it hasn't been for my good memory, I will really think we are living together for the first time."

Harriet froze. He was mocking her. They had done everything that should and shouldn't be done. It was so funny that she pretended to be innocent.

"That's different." Harriet calmly said, "It used to be. Now we'd better keep a distance from each other. After all, you have a fiancée."

It was quiet for a few seconds. Wesley suddenly lifted the quilt and walked towards her step by step.

Harriet couldn't retreat. Just when she wanted to speak, he heard the man asked, "Do you really care that I have a fiancé?"

"..." Harriet was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her head, "Mr. Smith joked. How could I care about how many women are around you."

As she said, she hooked the man's neck and smiled, "Can't you tell that I just trying to refuse before welcoming it?"

She didn't believe that the man still be interested in her with this vulgar reaction!

As a result...

She was wrong. She was really wrong. She shouldn't look at Wesley in a normal way!

The next day, Harriet rubbed her sore slim waist with regret.00--------------