Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 30

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?"