Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Wesley, however, was not so pleased, "Change it name." he commanded.

"Why? Do you also want to control a pet's name?"

Harriet seemed a little annoyed, as if she had missed the details of the name collision, and it almost seemed like a random choice, but Wesley knew that the women were talking glibly. Molly felt a little embarrassed, although she was a little dull, but somehow also a qualified assistant, so she coughed to break the atmosphere of embarrassment.

"Yes, Mr. Smith, this name sounded very good, and also with your name repeated..."

In the end, Molly's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and finally she realized that she said something wrong.

Harriet was immediately embarrassed. She had hoped her little assistant would help her out

"There is no business for you here."Wesley said to Molly.

Molly looked at Harriet with a look of regret and concern, but Harriet said to her breezily, "You go home, and I'll contact you later."

"But..."

"It doesn't matter." Harriet winked at her with a wink. Molly knew that she would continue to make trouble if she stayed here, so she turned away and left.

Wesley snapped as soon as Molly left, "I know you become bold lately, but I never thought you'd be so bold."

Harriet felt so innocent, "Mr. Smith, you think too much. It just sounds like your name, I think it has nothing to do with you. What's more, there are lots of name sounding like yours."

"If you give it this name casually, then now you change it casually." Wesley looked down at the cat, "then call it Harry."

Harriet frowned. At the moment she thought Wesley was a little childish.

"He's used to the name. I am afraid that he doesn't understand another name." Harriet shouted at the cat Harry, but the cat did not looked up.

Harriet frowned, "Well, you see..."

Wesley also turned to look at the cat.

It was pacing to and fro at his feet, and its obedient manner made him think of the woman in front of him, but still he did not hug it.

Harriet knew that a man was a bit of a neat guy, and he probably wouldn't touch a furry animal like this. So she picked up the cat and smiled at the man, "Mr. Smith, it's really just a name. You are the President so be broad-minded and let go such a boring thing."

Was that a boring thing? But in his opinion, if something had to do with her, he thought it was not boring.

"My President, I'll cook for you what you want to eat today." Looking at Wesley being relaxed, Harriet immediately changed the subject, put the little orange cat on the balcony and went into the kitchen. Wesley replied, "Just give me poached eggs."

Harriet turned her head, "Just this?"

Wesley said, "I come here not to eat, so take it easy."

Harriet smiled, "And even if not, I'll entertain you so well that you can't go home hungry."

Harriet now was so cute, but Wesley seemed know what she was thinking about, so he asked, "Have you taken any medicine these two days?"

Harriet was stunned to find that Wesley really cared about her body these days, but when thinking that he wanted her to get better so that she could serve him, then she did not feel moved again. "Yeah, and I have to keep taking the pills for a few more days."

"Oh my god? Why?" Wesley frowned.

Harriet smiled, "I don't want to take tonic every day either, but I have to follow the doctor's suggestion. Well, you can go to play with other women."

As soon as she spoke, Wesley stared at her.

"Well, I mean that I can not make you happy through making sex because of my body." Harriet added.

She did not mean to deny it, but because she had a miscarriage, and had a major operation during the miscarriage, so it was quite true that she was now very weak, even if she had been carefully repaired afterwards.

What's more, she's been shot because of Wesley, which made her health even worse, so every time she got sick, she got recovered slower than she used to be.

Thus, eighty million would never make up for these after-effects, not to mention the loss of her right to conceive.

"So you know who you are." Wesley said seriously, "Now that you know it, you need to get fit quickly. I don't need a body to look at."

Listening to the man's cruel and cold words, Harriet felt a pang in her heart but forced the pain down.

Wesley would never care what she went through, and the more sad she was, the less worth it.

She didn't want to feel bad for cheating on a man who was playing with a woman's affections!

"I understand. I will get well as soon as possible and live up to your good wishes." Harriet said, working at the kitchen, "But you has a fiancee. Isn't it a little inappropriate to keep coming to me?" "It's none of your business." Wesley replied.

"You are too unkind." Harriet turned and laid the golden poached egg on the table, sighing, "I know I have no right to ask, but I care too much about you, don't I? And I'm afraid you'll be criticized by the media again because of me."

Wesley glowed and looked at Harriet.

Harriet sat laughing at him, "You look at me like that and I think you're in love with me."

Wesley sat down to eat.

Harriet sat opposite the man as she had done before, with her chin propping up and said, "How can you look so good? I have seen you countless times, but every time I see you, my heart beats faster." Wesley pretended not to hear, continuing to use the cutlery in his hands.

This aroused Harriet's desire. She could not believe that he could ignore her from beginning to end!

"Do you think whether I will fall in love with you or not?"

Then Wesley looked up at her.

Harriet raised her lips triumphantly and was ready to listen to his sarcastic remarks, but it was so strange that Wesley just gave her a deep look and didn't say anything.

In the past, he would coldly taunt her "unworthy".

"Oh, I am so sad. And I fell in love with a person who shouldn't love."

Harriet felt disappointed. And she saw Wesley finishing his meal and went to pick up the dishes, but he stopped her.

"I will ask a babysitter come here later. You don't have to do anything like that."

Harriet wondered. Was he going to hire a special babysitter for her?

"No, I'm used to cleaning up after myself." Harriet refused.

However, Wesley never changed his decisions easily, “I make arrangements for you,"he says, "You don't have to spend.”

Harriet wanted to laugh. Did he think that she was reluctant to spend money?

That's it. Wasn't she just a material girl in his eyes?

"Thanks." But Harriet agreed for the time being to find a reason to get rid of the nanny later. -------------