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.
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