Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 113

Weksey and Harriet had a quiet breakfast. Harriet was distracted, as she was wondering how to deal with those journalists when they went out.

Unlike Weksey, she could barely ignore the gossips as a movie star. Besides, Allen's words had been lingering in her mind annoyingly.

“Don't you like the breakfast?” Weksey broke the ice by noticing her tangled look.

Harriet looked up and asked an irrelevant question, “What's the relationship between us now? You can't go out and tell the press it's a late-night discussion about a script contract, can you?”

She might be suffocated if she didn’t ask.

Weksey enjoyed his breakfast and replied at a slow pace, “Whatever you want.”

If she wanted to commit herself into an open and official relationship with him, he would love to satisfy her. He might be attacked by public opinion, no big deal at all.

But Harriet didn’t expect him to understand what she meant. He just popped up his own thoughts all the time.

“Are you leaving the decision to me?” Harriet finally made up her mind, as she seemed to be stronger than she was before.

Weksey responded with an imperceptibly soft voice, “Yes.”

Suddenly, Harriet suddenly felt so sad that even the announcement of separation had to be borne by her alone in the end.

“Thank you in advance, Mr. Smith.”

She appreciated him for letting her go with freedom.

“What did you call me?” Weksey rose his eyebrows and stared at her with a deep look.

Harriet smiled bitterly. He still complained about his title at this time.

Unfortunately, she had to follow what he said until the last minute. He was in control of their relationship.

“Weksey” She changed the title with a peaceful state of mind, “Thank you for looking after me these years, plus help me find my little brother.”

Upon hearing it, Weksey felt relieved. She wasn’t addled to forget about how much he valued her.

Harriet started to clean up straight away.

A flash of discontent came across, but Weksey didn't speak much after.

She didn’t seem to be very happy when their relationship was confirmed officially.

After half an hour, she dressed herself up and walked out decently with Weksey. The dedicated journalists rushed forward, clicking their cameras all the time.

“How would you explain your overnight stay at Mr. Smith's place?”

“Do you know that Mr. Smith’s fiancée is pregnant?”

“Did Mr. Smith go specially to look for you yesterday at the party?”

Harriet remained calm for one caustic question after another.

These reporters were cowardly bullies. They yelled at her, rather than questioning Weksey directly for what they want.

Harriet cracked a smile. She took the microphone from a reporter, and responded in a serene voice.

“Yes. Just as you think, I’m a mistress of Mr. Smith.”

The journalists burst into an uproar. They didn’t expect her to confess flatly. In the meantime, Weksey pulled a long face aside.

“I hit on Mr. Smith and being persistent to him. As you know, the water is rough in the entertainment industry. I cannot let my patron go for sure. But please rest easy, Miss. Louisa. Mr. Smith passionately devotes himself to you. I just get paid by him to be his mistress.”

She was relaxed with what she said in the camera, and shouldered all the responsibilities for Weksey.

“When did you start to be the mistress of Mr. Smith?”