Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 137

Harriet Clark has never hated it like this.

She had doubted what Cherry Whitty said, but now it seems that it really wasn't a bluff to her.

"If you have nothing to say, that is to admit it?" Harriet Clark sneered. "Wesley Smith, I thought you had at least a little bit of humanity!"

Cherry Whitty hurriedly covered Harriet Clark's mouth, "Harriet, don't talk nonsense any more, you really want to die?"

Cherry Whitty was still quite terrified of the man in front of him, if Harriet Clark really irritated him completely, it might cause her to suffer together.

Wesley Smith's expression was somber, he was indeed on the verge of anger. Just seeing the weak and miserable appearance of the woman, as if she could fall down with one more movement, abruptly put away the urge to teach her.

"If I had no humanity, you would not stay in the hospital now."

Harriet Clark let go of Cherry Whitty's hand, and then laughed unscrupulously, "So, you still show mercy to me? Then I should thank you for making me nothing!"

Harriet Clark’s repressed anger and despair have been vented at this moment without any scruples. Anyway, her only relative is missing, and the offspring she missed will also be removed. At this time, she doesn't have to pretend to be a good temper.

"God, Harriet, don't lose your temper anymore, your needle is leaking boold!"

Cherry Whitty was worried about how to stop Harriet Clark's impulse, and happened to see a large swath of blood pouring out of her hand due to the fierce movement, and she screamed and called the nurse to deal with it in a hurry.

Wesley Smith frowned, his cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Sandra Jones who specifically called and asked him to accompany Louisa Jones.

Harriet Clark saw him leave in such a hurry, without leaving a word, her eyes were very disappointed.

Her anger and despair were no better than a phone call.

Cherry Whitty patted her back gently, "Harriet, don’t think too much, Mr. Wesley Smith must have something important to deal with. Besides, facing your very willful appearance just now, he didn’t get angry at you. So it means that he still loves you very much."

“love…”

This was the most outrageous joke Harriet Clark heard today.

But Wesley Smith's performance just now was a bit strange, because according to his usual temper, he had already punished her, but today he was not angry. Harriet Clark thought about it again and understood.

Of course he would not start punishing her immediately, because she was still ill. If Wesley Smith punished Harriet Clark in such a simple way, he would not feel satisfied. Only if she was tortured slowly and continuously, Wesley Smith would feel more interesting.

It was no wonder that Harriet Clark thought in this way. After all, Wesley Smith had a tendency to secretly shoot their sex videos.

After the infusion, Cherry Whitty sent Harriet Clark back to the apartment.

When Cherry Whitty was tidying Harriet Clark's bedroom, she inadvertently saw a contract, so she picked it up and looked at it, and she couldn't help feeling stunned.

"Harriet, are you really not going back to work at Pleasure Media?"

Harriet Clark closed her eyes and leaned weakly against the head of the bed. She said slowly, "As you can see, I have signed another company. Although I am a bit sorry for Molly Bush, I really don't want to have any further ambiguity with Wesley Smith. "

"Well, I will tell Molly tomorrow, she will understand you." Cherry Whitty touched Harriet Clark's forehead, relieved, "Fortunately, you don't have a fever."

For a moment, Harriet Clark felt a little guilty about suspecting what Cherry Whitty had said before, and she shouldn't be more careful because she was Cherry Whitty's sister.

Before Cherry Whitty left, she glanced at Harriet Clark who was sleeping. After leaving the apartment, she was downstairs and dialed Keith Miller.

"Mr Keith Miller, congratulations, you have a golden opportunity."

Harriet Clark slept extremely restlessly, even in her dreams there was a strong feeling of restlessness, for no reason. She wanted to wake up several times, but it was difficult to open her eyes, as if she was in a nightmare.

Finally, after another nightmare, she suddenly woke up as she wished, sweating profusely.