Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 143 Mrs. Smith

Wesley once again looked at the woman who was used to talking sweet. His feeling was not wrong.

Harriet changed her attitude towards him. Previously, she looked at him with hatred, now she looked at

him with enthusiasm.

"A week ago, you did not say so." Wesley said coldly.

Harriet stared at his dark eyes and said seriously.

"Well, to be honest, I'm here to thank you. Although I know that verbal thanks are hollow, I still want to

say that I really appreciate it that you are willing to help me so many times."

She paused, watching the man's expression, but still couldn't see anything.

"And, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I misunderstood that it was you who hurt Colin. I’m also sorry that I

suspected that you were against me. In fact, if you really want to deal with me, you don’t need to do it

secretly. I was so foolish that I was misled by others’ words on everything."

Wesley listened thoughtlessly and said quietly, "Very self-aware."

"..."

She was being modest, okay?

"That’ all. You can punish as you wish." Harriet said decisively.

The room was quiet for a while, Harriet was waiting for the man's response with a little anxiety.

However, she was pulled into his arms suddenly, happening to sit on his lap.

... Was the punishment having sex?

If so, it was not surprising. The only thing that interested him was her body.

"Mr. Smith, now we’re in your office..." Harriet was interrupted by Wesley’s kiss.

Her heart was involuntarily beating fast, and she unconsciously held the man's neck with her arms,

which she seldom did it before.

...

The passionate and fiery deep kiss ended with a fondness. Harriet's eyes were a little blurred, which

were extraordinarily seductive to Wesley.

"So enthusiastic, Keith did not satisfy you?"

Wesley suddenly thought of the time Harriet and Keith stayed together, she was likely to show such a

seductive look, and his tone instantly became sarcastic and cold.

Harriet didn’t know what Wesley was thinking about. They were kissing passionately just now but after

the kiss, Wesley said something bad. Harriet got angry and said, "He's a just kid, how can he be as

attractive as you?"

Wesley's hands holding around her waist suddenly tightened, "So, he couldn't satisfy you, and then you

came to me?"

Harriet was so angry that she could hardly breathe.

"Wesley, in your eyes, am I a woman who will have sex with others casually?"

Wesley didn’t change his attitude and said, "I'm sure you still remember how we met at first."

Harriet instantly stiffened.

Well, she couldn’t blame that Wesley thought she was a promiscuous woman. After all, at that time she

wanted to pick a rich man and sell her body, which was no difference from the prostitutes in the red

light district.

"All right, anyway, to be your mistress for even one day, I will always be branded as an unashamed

woman." Harriet pulled the corner of her mouth and suppressed the anger in her chest.

She came here to say thanks, not to talk back like she did before. If she talked back again, what was

the point of coming here?

However, Wesley was not satisfied with her words, "Being with me is called 'unashamed’?"

Harriet wasn’t able to understand his thoughts, and explained, "Mr. Smith, you misunderstood, I just

mean that being a mistress is disgraceful."

Wesley's gaze was meaningful, twirling a strand of her hair and speaking slowly, "If you want to get rid

of it, there is actually a shortcut: being Mrs. Smith, and no one will dare to disrespect you anymore."

Harriet was shocked after hearing this.

What did he mean? Did Wesley imply that she could marry him?

"That's natural, who dares to say anything about your wife, Mr. Smith?" Harriet replied absentmindedly.

She had the self-knowledge not to fantasize about impossible things, but being mentioned by him, she

was somewhat depressed, and she didn't know which woman would have the honor to become Mrs.

Smith in the future.

The remaining tenderness of Wesley disappeared when he saw the perfunctory attitude of Harriet. He

forcefully pinched her chin and forced her to look at him straight.

"Since you owe me so much..." He easily ripped the clothes on Harriet's shoulders and said cold, "Take

the only valuable thing to pay back."

Harriet's heart was extremely painful.

The only valuable thing... to him was just her body?

Although she was grieved, she did not resist. Wesley was right, she owed him too much, and had no

right to refuse him.

However, just when the man's hot hand was about to touch down her body, Harriet suddenly felt a hot

stream coming and soaking her clothes.

"Wait!" She realized something and hurriedly pressed Wesley's hand, "Can we... do it next time? Don't

you have to work now? And it's not convenient here."

Wesley narrowed his eyes, and gazed at her angrily.

"Not willing?"

"No, it's just that I... have my period." Saying that, she stood up with embarrassment, glancing at the

position where she had just sat, she was embarrassed, "Sorry, I have stained your trousers."

Only then did Wesley notice that there was a stain on his trousers, but he did not care. He looked at

Harriet and said, "I'll ask Jack to send you back."

"I want to go back with you." Harriet looked at the clock on the wall, obviously it was not the time to go

off work.

Wesley slightly frowned, "Don't be capricious."

But Harriet just didn't want to leave early alone, so she said without thinking, "Your trousers are dirty, I'll

clean them for you, or later you walk out like this, people would think I did something to you."

After saying that, she found that the man was looking at her as if she was an idiot.

At this time, Jack knocked on the door outside, "President, the information you want is ready."

Wesley did not answer him immediately, he suddenly held Harriet up and put her on the bed in the

lounge room, and then said, "Come in."

Harriet lay on the soft bed in a daze, hearing Wesley instruct Jack to prepare blankets, ginger brown

sugar water, pads and other special things for women at heir periods, she was simply shocked.

If Wesley could do so much for a woman he didn't love, how happy would his girlfriend be when he fell

in love with her?

She couldn’t deny that she was really jealous. If she stayed by his side all the time and watched him

marry other women, would she be crazy sooner or later?

"Starting from this month, record your period time." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Harriet was pulled back to reality by a low mellow voice and saw Wesley come in again and give her an

order.

"Why?"

"If you want to be healthy, this is the most basic preparation." Wesley spoke indifferently.

If his expression was not calm and cold, Harriet really felt that she was his girlfriend for a moment.

"Why are you suddenly concerned about my health? It doesn't really matter how I am, does it?"

Wesley's expression became colder, "Passing out during sex would disappoint me."

Harriet was speechless.

Caring about her health was to have a more wonderful sexual experience?

Harriet shut her mouth and lay on the bed quietly. After changing clean clothes in the bathroom and

drinking ginger brown sugar water, she fell asleep with a hand warmer in her arms.

Twilight fell, Wesley came to the rest room, quietly gazing at the woman's quiet sleeping face.

When did he become so attached to this woman?

This was a feeling he never had before, although strange, he didn’t hate it, and even wanted to

continue like this.

"President, Keith’s grandpa has confined Keith for three months and imposed the family law upon he, in

addition, the contract for the land deal he promised will be prepared tomorrow."

At the door, Jack reported in a low voice seriously.

Hearing this, Wesley squinted his obsidian-like pupils and smiled coldly.

He would like to see who are coveting his woman.