Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 37 Sorry, I Will Not Give Up the Charter

"What the hell are you talking about?

Irene glared at her angrily behind Wesley.

Wesley understood what she said.

"Irene, let's eat at another restaurant."

"Wesley..."

Irene always could get what she wanted except this time so she was still reluctant to go.

"Harriet, what's wrong?"

With a crisp voice, Keith came back from the bathroom with a puzzled look.

There was a chuckle in the air, and Irene looked at Keith and ridiculed, "I thought you just use the

money to splurge, but I didn't expect I have underestimated you."

She held Wesley's arm back again, speaking with wired tone. "Wesley, thanks to you that I have the

honor to see this mistress hooked up with a toy boy."

Keith was only 17 or 18 years old and was very close to Irene's evaluation of ‘Toy Boy'.

"What are you talking about?" Keith looked at Irene unhappily.

"Irene," Wesley's gaze was like a deep hole in the quiet lake, cold and restrained. Seeing Harriet being

calm without any meaning to explain, he coldly dropped a word, "Go."

"Harriet, who are they? Do you know?"

Keith ordered another dessert. He looked at Harriet curiously.

"I do not know them."

"I don't know the woman, but I seem to see the man." Keith looked at Harriet with his hands on the chin

and his eyes blinked with a pair of almonds. "He probably is the CEO of Pop Culture. I met him once at

my grandpa's birthday party last year. "

Harriet was not in a mood to chat, but Keith seemed to fail to stop talking. Harriet was impatient for

what he said soon, "It's late, let's go back to the hotel and take a rest early since we still need to work

tomorrow."

Keith froze for a moment, but he stopped saying more as he finally sensed that she was not in the

mood, "Okay."

Harriet returned to the hotel when it was dark already. She saw Jack waiting for her in the lobby.

"Keith, you go upstairs first."

Seeing the man looked like an assistant with a serious look, Keith was a little worried, "Harriet, what's Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

wrong? Is anyone making trouble to you?"

"It's okay, that's my friend,"

"Got it," Keith hesitated. "Then I will go first. Call me if something wrong happens."

Jack came over after Keith left.

"Miss Clark, the car is waiting outside."

Wesley often asked Jack to pick her up every time when he came back from a business trip if he

needed her.

The car galloped in the night and sent her directly downstairs to the apartment where she used to live.

Jack reminded her before she got off the car, "Miss Clark, boss is not in a good mood after leaving the

restaurant."

Harriet sneered,

"Is he? He is not in a good mood? Why is he in a bad mood when he ate with his fiancée?"

Jack frowned slightly, even though he wanted to tell more but he finally said nothing.

Seeing her figure entering the building, he was a little complicated.

The door was not closed, and Harriet was pushed onto the door as soon as she entered the room.

With a bang, the loud noise made by the hitting to the door almost shaking the whole house.

Her back hit the door panel which was so painful that made her bite her teeth bitterly. She saw the man

looking at her with resentment.

"What are you doing?"

Harriet's facial features were almost twisted into a ball. The pain from her back made her miserable.

Wesley forcibly raised her chin, making her look at him. He said coldly, "I should ask you this sentence.

You take my money and hook up with other men. Harriet, your are more and more reckless. "

"?"

Harriet almost crushed her teeth, "Show me the evidence if you want to charge me with any

misbehavior. I won't let you frame me."

"Still deny? Who is the man had dinner with you tonight?"

Wesley sneered sarcastically as he seemed to wonder something, "Maybe you are just sick of being

obedient too long and want to do something different? Messing up with some teenager boy?"

"You are insane!" Harriet did not want to make explanation, "Let go."

Wesley felt even unhappier for her avoiding for the topic. He thought she must be with other man as he

recalled the gossip news about her relationship with Bryant Fox. He turned to be furious.

"Ah...what are you doing?"

What did he want to do?

"Get me off, no..."

"You should not let other men touch you except me."

"What!"

Harriet felt painful and cold sweat came out of her skin. Her face was pale soon.

The gradually blurred wallpaper was selected by Harriet personally when the house was renovated.

She thought that this apartment was also considered to be half of her home, and it should be warm if it

was a home, so the furniture and furnishings at home were all her favorite style, warm and pleasant.

Wesley favored coming here, partly because of the warmth of the house.

But at this moment, the house became dazzling.

Harriet took the plunge and said with her choked throat, "If you consider it was my misbehavior to have

dinner with other man, and then what about your fiancée messed up with other men in front of you. You

have endured all what she has done. So you find me and want to get your male esteem? "

Harriet was pinched on her neck as soon as she said this.

Between the wall and her, the big hand that came over her shoulder and stuck on her neck was cold

with a thin layer of calluses.

In addition to the sound of struggling, she can no longer make any sound.

Wesley was livid and his eyes were in full darkness. The monstrous anger turned as the force on his

wrist which made the strength of her neck heavier.

"Harriet, I have been spoiled you these days so that you forget how to obey me."

Harriet felt that she was sliding on the verge of death, and behind her was the abyss. Her life was

controlled by Wesley's thoughts.

Seeing the woman's face gradually becoming bluish, the struggle under his hands became weaker and

weaker. Her hot tears splashed on the back of his cold hand. The hot tears finally pulled back his

rationality.