Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me novel Chapter 89

After washing, Harriet was quite awake. When she returned to the bedroom, she found Wesley was waiting for her, apparently he was going to settle the account just now.

"Mr. Smith, I was drunk just now, and I don't know what I said or done. If there is any offense, please don't mind."

Harriet didn't hesitate to pass the buck to drunk self.

Wesley raised his eyebrows lightly, "I can make you remember it slowly."

"..." Harriet leaned on the bed touching her forehead, with an expression of incompetence, "Mr. Smith, I really didn't mean to neglect you tonight. I enjoyed myself at the banquet and couldn't help but drink more. So I don’t intend to break the treaty."

Wesley couldn't help but feel amused, "Didn't you just complain about me?"

He still remembered that she said she hated him.

Harriet persuaded at once, "Well...how can you take what I said seriously when I was drunk, right?"

Wesley sneered, "I think it's ‘speak truth after drinking’."

"..."

Harriet didn't know how to respond to let the man let her go. Her brain was running fast. At this time, Wesley suddenly approached.

"You said you want to live a stable life, are you not stable now?"

Harriet was taken aback. Of course she still had an impression of those words she said when she was drunk. Hearing the man's question at this moment, she immediately replied, "Yes, I am comfortable and secure under the protection of Mr. Smith. I just need to make a good film."

As soon as she finished that, the chin was pinched by the man, and she was forced to meet his unfathomable eyes.

"You hate me?"

... Damn, why did he remember these words clearly?

Harriet mumbled in her mind and blinked innocently, "How could it be? Mr. Smith is my employer. I don’t hate you. I like you very much."

However, this answer made Wesley very dissatisfied.

"You mean, you like your employer no matter who he is?"

Harriet looked at him weirdly and frowned slightly, "Mr. Smith, is it necessary for you to care about it? Anyway, I am only a mistress be kept. If I am kept by someone else, I have the same attitude. It makes no sense to pursue it."

The words of the woman made Wesley inexplicably angry.

She meant clearly that anyone was ok.

He might not care too much about this answer before. She had who in mind had nothing to do with him as long as he enjoyed, but now he was very dissatisfied when he heard this answer.

"Isn’t that I gave you enough so that you have other one in mind?"

Feeling painful in the chin being peached, Harriet felt strange when she suddenly heard this sentence.

"I don’t have other people in mind. Don't worry, you are the only one in my heart."

These words made Wesley's eyes light so he released her chin.

"Don't think about other men when you go out with me."

"Go out with him"? Are they lovers?

Wesley went into the bathroom. Harriet lay on the bed and pondered the man's strange reaction. But she didn't figure out anything, it could only be attributed to the face of men.

She didn't dare and wouldn’t believe that he did that for caring about her.

When Wesley came back, not surprisingly, the woman was asleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gazed at her quietly for a while, with complicated eyes, and finally lay on the bed.

The next day.

Thinking in a daze, Harriet's hand was suddenly grabbed, and a man's lazy voice came over her head, "You can't wait so early in the morning?"

Harriet opened her eyes suddenly, not sleepy at all.

"Wesley? You--how could you..."

She stopped talking and recalled what happened last night, upset and depressed.