Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 30 It Is Just a Flirtation

Thinking of what happened in the garage before they came back, Wesley had some unsatisfactory

intentions. He walked straight over, casting a big shallow with his tall figure.

Harriet raised her head hesitantly. Her messy hair scattered on her shoulders, creating a messy

laziness.

Wesley held her head.

She froze for a moment, understood what he was going to do, but pushed his hand away,

"My hair is still wet, just wait until I blow dry it."

Wesley just took away the hair dryer in her hand, and a low, hoarse voice came from above her head.

"The two things do not conflict with each other."

Harriet knelt in front of the bed, and there was a whisper of wind beside her ear.

She felt suffocation struck her—

"Hmm..."

The vibration of the mobile phone sounded, and Wesley glanced at the caller ID unpleasantly. It was

Assistant Jack. He answered directly, "What's the matter?"

The shackles on her body withdrew, and she was like a drowning man floating up from the water,

breathing in the air with a big mouth, but coughing at the same time. The smell in her throat could not

be dissipated. She secretly scolded Wesley ten thousand times while she tried to suppress the disgust

in her stomach.

She did not know what they were talking about. Wesley turned to be annoyed and he gave Harriet a

cold look, "Got it."

After hanging up the phone, he slowly leaned over and pinched Harriet's chin with a cold expression in

his eyes, "You took my call?"

Harriet patted his hand with pain, coughing incessantly, "What are you talking about? What call?"

Wesley stared at her for a while, spotting her eyes flushed red, innocent and grieved. His heart seemed

to be pricked by something, painful and touching.

He let go of his hands impatiently and tossed her aside. "Don't let me know you do it again."

Harriet fell aside, "If you don't believe me, why let me live here."

Wesley put on his clothes and knew the truth already. He glanced coldly at her. "Harriet, you know why

I keep you. Don't think you can end the relationship with me by intentionally annoying me. You get no

advantage by doing that."

Harriet is still immersed in the innocent character she had created, with her crystal clear eyes.

Wesley frowned and was too lazy to talk nonsense to her again. A bang closing-door sound shuddered

the whole room. Her eyes dimmed and she teased herself in mockery.

Didn't he say that she didn't have the ability to mess you up? Wait and see. She didn't know whether

she would get benefits from it, but it did no harm for her anyway.

Holding the bed, she just stood up, and an odor suddenly burst out of her throat, reminding her of the

scene just now. She suddenly rushed into the bathroom with her mouth covered, holding the toilet and

vomiting fiercely.

The valuable car roared and parked outside the courtyard of the villa.

Wesley got into the villa once he arrived.

When he entered the door, he saw Louisa sitting on the sofa in the living room with her arms crossed.

When she saw him, her face darkened instantly. She said aggressively, "What are you doing here? So

soon ended making love with the woman?"

Wesley frowned slightly, and raised another topic, "What were you calling me for?"

"What's the point of asking this now?" Louisa's face was blue, "You are busy with the slut outside. How

could you still care about me?"

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Louisa was surprised and stunned, revealing a bit of joy in her eyes, but she quickly pressed it down,

and lifted her chin to reveal her consistent arrogance. "Wesley, if you had not messed up with other

women, you would finish the bar earlier. I did not expect you to be such a dick. My parents keep

boasting about your advantages, but you don't take me seriously since you have other women before

we get married."

If in the past, Wesley would coax her. But now he was already tired of her for her exaggerate show.

"It's just a flirtation, you worry too much."

"What flirtation? I don't believe it. You don't care about me at all. You said that you would help me

prepare the bar. I urged you so many times but you just did not give me a frank outcome. I bet you care

more about the woman than I, right?"

Louisa was petulant and arrogant from an early age. She just called him to do anything she wanted.

She suddenly wanted to open a bar on whim a month ago. Even though he was in the meeting, she

would find him and call him back directly from France.

Hearing her complaints, Wesley suddenly felt that the woman had none of the conscience even though

he had spoiled her for so many years and gave his love and patience for her selflessly. He said

indifferently,

"It is up to you. If you talked with me for this matter, I still have something else to deal with."

"Wesley Smith!"

Louisa suddenly bounced off the sofa and said loudly, "I just asked you do me for some favors. Are you

going to marry me? What's wrong with you? These are all you should do."

Favored person had always been fearless.

With a sharp bang, a set of porcelain cups was dropped on the coffee table and shattered into pieces.

"If you walk out of this door today, it means that you do not care about me at all, and you should not

marry me."

Louisa didn't have much distress on her face but her wayward pride and her self-confidence in taking

control of Wesley. She did not think she was threatening him, instead she took it for granted as she

thought Wesley would not be against her forever.

"Whatever."

The weight-bearing feeling in his heart was finally released at this moment. Wesley turned around and

left without looking back.

"Wesley Smith!"

Louisa was stunned, and angrily utterly throwing all the things around her that could be dropped.

There was a rush of footsteps upstairs. Sandra watched the whole process and hurried downstairs to

try to make the peace. But when she reached the door, the sound of the heavy engine outside was

gone.

"Mom, look at what Wesley did! You told me that he cared about me very much. Is that so?"

Louisa stomped her feet, angrily, "I don't want to marry him!"

"Nonsense!" Sandra frowned, and rarely yelled at her daughter, "Wesley grew up with you from an

early age. We all know his love and patience for you. You have been messing up outside for so many

years, what did he say? "

"He has a lover outside!"

"Didn't you hear his explanation? He just flirted with the lover."