Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 83

"What do you know? You called it trivial, a small matter… So in your eyes, the pain of losing your mother is insignificant? Wesley, you don't understand a thing, how could you just brush it off like that?"

The woman's eyes were red and filled with tears; one couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards her. But not Wesley, again he didn't bat an eyelid, he looked at her plainly, though he could feel a weird tingle in his heart.

"Enough, I will find Colin for you." His voice sounded impatient; he then said demandingly, "Stop crying."

Harriet tried to hold back her tears forcefully, she looked the other side, trying not to show her weakness.

The heartless man wouldn't even let her lament about the situation.

He was obviously fed up with her, he would definitely coax her with sweet words if she were Louisa.

She had to be physically and mentally exhausted at this point, but Harriet was just too stubborn to give up. But the matter of fact was that she immediately fell into slumber the moment she got home.

However, she couldn't sleep well at all. She was calling for Colin and searching for him even in her sleep, Wesley frowned upon seeing it.

"Jack, make a report about Harriet's family background." he closed the door and instructed his subordinate through a phone call.

It wasn't as if he never looked into Harriet's family background before, it was just that he never really paid much attention to it. He didn't really care about how many family members she had and what the situation was like at home. But now, it piqued his interest to look a bit into her past.

It was the next morning when Harriet woke up, and a bizarre scene unfolded into her eyes. Wesley was lying down next to her, he never left her side.

Wesley opened his eyes when she was just about to move, it was as if he was waiting for her to wake up.

"Colin called," Wesley took the lead and said, "He said he wants to be alone for two days and will not come over."

Harriet felt relieved. Saying something like that was good enough proof that he had accepted the truth.

"Did he mention anything else?"

Wesley inched towards her slightly, "He told you to take care."

Harriet looked dim, the man continued speaking, "I couldn't sleep well after receiving the phone call last night. How would you make up for it?"

"I didn't ask you to take the phone call." Harriet was not in a good mood, her tone wasn't restraining or pretending like it usually sounded.

Wesley edged on, "If it wasn't for me you would've missed the phone call. You were sleeping so deeply."

Well, he wasn't wrong, Harriet thought to herself. No matter how, he did help her out for a bit yesterday, and thus she said straightforwardly, "Thank you."

"Don't just thank me verbally."

Harriet raised her eyes at him, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry but I have no energy to serve you right now. However, I don't know how else I could've thanked you. How about we wait until I recover, and then you can do whatever you want?"

Wesley declined to comment, he stood up and said, "I took a day off on your behalf, rest well at home before meeting up with your crew again."

"Mr. Smith, don't you think that you are acting weird?" Harriet stared at him and said, "You are way too concerned about me recently. Do you normally care for your bed partners like this?"

"Of course," Wesley answered indifferently as he glanced over her.

Harriet smiled plainly, "And here I thought that you were slowly falling in love with me, it was just a false alarm I guess."