Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 8

"Miss Clark."

Harriet was distressing, looked up when she heard someone calling her, and found that Wesley's personal driver, Uncle Josh, came towards her.

"Uncle Josh, why are you here?" Harriet quickly hid the list and asked with a smile, "Is Wesley coming back from the business trip?"

Uncle Josh nodded and said, "Wesley came back at noon. He called you once. After knowing that you fainted, he sent me over to check if you were all right."

"It's okay, nothing wrong." Since it was Uncle Josh who came to pick her up, Harriet had to go. "Could you wait for a second outside? I have to deal with some issues and will follow you back soon."

"Ok."

Uncle Josh went outside to wait. Harriet went back to the ward to pack up, and told Colin she would come to see him tomorrow, "Nurse will come at night, remember to do rehabilitation training, alright?"

"Got it." Colin nodded, and asked in expectancy, "Harriet, will you cook for me tomorrow?"

Harriet gave him a white look, "No way! Eat your porridge!"

Colin was not satisfied with her answer.

If he only could eat the porridge every day, he might be faint by hunger before his legs recovered!

On the way home, Harriet went to the supermarket to buy fresh fruits and vegetables. She saw that Wesley was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and talking on the phone in English at home when she got back.

His pure London accent was really attractive.

He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt, with his shirt cuffs slightly raised and his wrists exposed. Harriet could not move her eyes away him by his indescribable charm.

This guy was not only rich, but also young and handsome. He would be the dream lover of countless women. She just came up with the idea of being his girlfriend!

Harriet was shocked by her ridiculous idea.

Wesley glanced back at her. She quickly carried the vegetables to the kitchen with her heart punching out of control.

“Harriet, don't think about it too much!”

Harriet knew that Wesley didn't like spicy food, so she cooked the dishes very light such as simmered shrimp, seaweed soup, and several other dishes. The aroma pervaded through the room when they were all pot on the table.