Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 137 Opportunity is Here

Harriet Clark has never hated it like this.

She had doubted what Cherry Whitty said, but now it seems that it really wasn't a bluff to her.

"If you have nothing to say, that is to admit it?" Harriet Clark sneered. "Wesley Smith, I thought you had

at least a little bit of humanity!"

Cherry Whitty hurriedly covered Harriet Clark's mouth, "Harriet, don't talk nonsense any more, you

really want to die?"

Cherry Whitty was still quite terrified of the man in front of him, if Harriet Clark really irritated him

completely, it might cause her to suffer together.

Wesley Smith's expression was somber, he was indeed on the verge of anger. Just seeing the weak

and miserable appearance of the woman, as if she could fall down with one more movement, abruptly

put away the urge to teach her.

"If I had no humanity, you would not stay in the hospital now."

Harriet Clark let go of Cherry Whitty's hand, and then laughed unscrupulously, "So, you still show

mercy to me? Then I should thank you for making me nothing!"

Harriet Clark’s repressed anger and despair have been vented at this moment without any scruples.

Anyway, her only relative is missing, and the offspring she missed will also be removed. At this time,

she doesn't have to pretend to be a good temper.

"God, Harriet, don't lose your temper anymore, your needle is leaking boold!"

Cherry Whitty was worried about how to stop Harriet Clark's impulse, and happened to see a large

swath of blood pouring out of her hand due to the fierce movement, and she screamed and called the

nurse to deal with it in a hurry.

Wesley Smith frowned, his cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Sandra Jones who specifically called

and asked him to accompany Louisa Jones.

Harriet Clark saw him leave in such a hurry, without leaving a word, her eyes were very disappointed.

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Cherry Whitty patted her back gently, "Harriet, don’t think too much, Mr. Wesley Smith must have

something important to deal with. Besides, facing your very willful appearance just now, he didn’t get

angry at you. So it means that he still loves you very much."

“love…”

This was the most outrageous joke Harriet Clark heard today.

But Wesley Smith's performance just now was a bit strange, because according to his usual temper, he

had already punished her, but today he was not angry. Harriet Clark thought about it again and

understood.

Of course he would not start punishing her immediately, because she was still ill. If Wesley Smith

punished Harriet Clark in such a simple way, he would not feel satisfied. Only if she was tortured slowly

and continuously, Wesley Smith would feel more interesting.

It was no wonder that Harriet Clark thought in this way. After all, Wesley Smith had a tendency to

secretly shoot their sex videos.

After the infusion, Cherry Whitty sent Harriet Clark back to the apartment.

When Cherry Whitty was tidying Harriet Clark's bedroom, she inadvertently saw a contract, so she

picked it up and looked at it, and she couldn't help feeling stunned.

"Harriet, are you really not going back to work at Pleasure Media?"

Harriet Clark closed her eyes and leaned weakly against the head of the bed. She said slowly, "As you

can see, I have signed another company. Although I am a bit sorry for Molly Bush, I really don't want to

have any further ambiguity with Wesley Smith. "

"Well, I will tell Molly tomorrow, she will understand you." Cherry Whitty touched Harriet Clark's

forehead, relieved, "Fortunately, you don't have a fever."

For a moment, Harriet Clark felt a little guilty about suspecting what Cherry Whitty had said before, and

she shouldn't be more careful because she was Cherry Whitty's sister.

Before Cherry Whitty left, she glanced at Harriet Clark who was sleeping. After leaving the apartment,

she was downstairs and dialed Keith Miller.

"Mr Keith Miller, congratulations, you have a golden opportunity."

Harriet Clark slept extremely restlessly, even in her dreams there was a strong feeling of restlessness,

for no reason. She wanted to wake up several times, but it was difficult to open her eyes, as if she was

in a nightmare.

Finally, after another nightmare, she suddenly woke up as she wished, sweating profusely.

Something was wrong.

Here was neither a hospital nor her bedroom.

She resisted the dizziness and got up, and when she was about to open the door, someone came in.

"Miss Harriet, you finally wake up."

Keith Miller's happy voice echoed in the room, and Harriet Clark was startled. She didn't realize what

happened, and was hugged by the man in a big hug. Keith Miller muttered to himself: "It's great. I was

worried that the anesthesiologist used too much. You don't know how worried I am about you..."

"Wait." Harriet Clark hurriedly got rid of his hug and stepped back vigilantly. "Did you bring me here?

Where is this?"

Keith Miller was still smiling, but Harriet Clark felt a trace of terror in his smile.

"This... is our home. Miss Harriet, I like you."

The inexplicable sudden confession made Harriet Clark even more at a loss.

"Don't you understand? I just said I like you." Keith Miller continued to approach her aggrievedly, "Miss

Harriet, you like me too, don't you?"

Harriet Clark frowned. The man seemed to be immersed in his fantasy again without realizing it, and

this time the situation seemed more serious.

"Keith, calm down first. You tell me where I am and why you brought me here." Harriet Clark tried to

talk to him calmly.

However, when Keith Miller heard the words, his expression suddenly became fierce and stared at her,

"Shall I tell you and then let you return to Wesley Smith?" Why do you like him? He tortured you so

much, but you still can't forget him. "

Harriet Clark realized that Keith Miller was not joking now, so she also became serious.

"Keith Miller, the personal matter between me and him is not a reason for your willfulness."

"How interesting!..." The man laughed more unscrupulously, "I must be capricious, and then let you see

that Wesley Smith doesn't care about you at all! Why don't we make a bet, if Wesley Smith doesn't

come to you within a week, we will go on a date, okay? "

Harriet Clark finally understood that Keith Miller was a bit paranoid. But she also made a mistake,

because she didn't take it seriously when Uncle Nick reminded her before.

"Okay, I promise you."

After a few days, she still lived in a huge villa with thoughtful servants by her side, seemingly leisurely,

but Harriet Clark couldn't leave here anyway!

When she woke up, she was already in this strange villa, and she didn't have a cell phone or other

contact methods. Her widest range of activities was only in the living room. It was impossible for her to

leave, which almost made her mentally broken.

The only good news is that Keith Miller did not hurt Harriet Clark.

"Harriet, take a look at today's news."

When Harriet Clark was sitting on the terrace to enjoy the cool, Keith Miller suddenly handed her the

pad screen.

"International Finance" was being broadcast live in the news. As the invited interview guest, Wesley

Smith responded to the host’s questions with both official and objective words. His fluent London

accent and his magnetic voice had made the live broadcast's hit rate soar. The popularity of financial

programs that no one cares about in the past had soared.

"What a disappointment, I thought Wesley Smith was looking for you all the time." Keith Miller showed

a disappointed expression. "Who knows for so many days, he didn't even know you were missing, and

he was even busy with work."

He was the leader of the group, so it was not normal if he didn't work.

Harriet Clark complained silently.

"It's been a week, Miss Harriet." Keith Miller had a successful smile on his face. "You promised me to

be a couple with me."

"Who promised to be a couple with you? It's just a date." Harriet Clark frowned.

When Keith Miller was about to say something more, there was a sudden noise from downstairs, and

then a bodyguard ran up to the terrace and hurriedly said, "Master, Wesley Smith has sent someone to

block this villa!"