Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 107

As soon as Harriet nodded her head in response, she heard Wesley's ice-like command, "Come out."

She knew that she probably wouldn't be able to escape this disaster today, and it just so happened that she also had questions she wanted to ask, so she obediently left the crew.

Looking at the woman following Wesley to the car, Keith clenched his fists.

This time, he felt empty again.

Back at Wesley's private villa, Harriet familiarly changed her shoes when she was shackled by a man’s strong tug.

"Is Mr Smith in such a hurry?" Harriet glanced.

Wesley's face was dark, "You're very disobedient."

"Don't be so fierce." Harriet grinned, "I'm just trying out for the feel of the role, I'll never do it again if you don't agree in the future."

"Are you sure?" There was great dissatisfaction in the man's eyes.

Harriet smiled proudly, "Of course, if I don't behave, isn't Mr Smith familiar with many ways to teach me a lesson?"

The woman in front of him was clearly grinning cheerfully. However, he seemed to be somehow unhappy.

"Wait for me to take a shower, okay?" Harriet requested.

Wesley let go of her.

Half an hour later, the woman returned to the bedroom, Wesley had already showered and was flipping through the weekly financial magazine on the bed.

"Thank you for your righteous help today. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how I would have been treated by Camille." Harriet, wearing a thin bathrobe, stepped forward, "And thank you for letting the Jones family keep that child."

After saying that, she slowly unwrapped her bathrobe.

"Mr Smith can let me repay him with any ways he wants tonight, I'll do my best to satisfy."

The haze in Wesley’s eyes intensified bit by bit, he unceremoniously pulled the woman over and pressed her down neatly beneath him without taking any next steps, "Is this what you call repaying?"

"Yeah, isn't Mr Smith satisfied?" Harriet blinked innocently, "I even prepared this set on purpose, isn't it qualified enough?"

Wesley sneered, "How much do you think you're worth, using yourself as payment?"

Harriet's face turned white, but it was not apparent under the soft light.

"That's right, I forgot that Mr Smith should have lost interest long ago, so what do you want in return? I don't seem to have anything else to offer you besides that, do I?"

The man stared at her, intently, "Harriet, put away that enigmatic tone of yours."

"Enigmatic? Mr Smith, you've wronged people too much." Harriet looked incredibly hurt, "Didn't you tell me not to disobey you? I'm so obedient but you're still picking on me. The truth is that you're tired of me, aren't you?"

As soon as the words finished, Harriet suddenly felt a pain on her lips and a taste of blood slowly spread.

"Wesley, you...!" She covered her lips and stared at him in pain.

The man narrowed his eyes, "Can't continue to pretend?"

Harriet finally removed her mask in disguise, her tone turning incomparably cold for a moment, "Neither this nor that is satisfying, so may I ask what Mr Smith really wants? We don't usually do anything meaningful other than that, do we?"

Not knowing which sentence triggered the man's laughter, but Wesley grinned slightly, clear and vividly.

"So, we have to do more meaningful things in the future."