Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Wesley stayed up all night.

He called two waitresses to take care of Harriet at dawn and then went back to his company.

It had been noon when Harriet woke up, looking at the unfamiliar hotel room, she was dumbfounded for a while.

“Miss Harriet, you're awake! Would you like to wash up first, or have breakfast? We'll prepare it for you." The waitress asked warmly, pulling Harriet’s thoughts back.

Harriet was confused, “What’s wrong with me...”

The waitress explained, “Mr. Wesley brought you here to have a rest last night. Is there anything wrong with you? We can get you to the hospital if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, thank you.” Harriet finally reminded of the scenes of last night, though she had forgotten something because of drunkenness. Then she asked again with uncertainty, “Was it really Boss Wesley brought me here?”

“Yes, Boss Wesley didn’t call in help last night. He carefully looked after you by himself and didn’t leave until this morning. It seemed that he didn’t rest all night.” A waitress was outspoken and spoke out about everything.

Harriet was shocked.

Was it possible? Would Wesley be dedicated to take care of her?

He had taken care of her a few times before because there was still a relationship between them at that time, what was the intention this time?

She increasingly couldn’t understand this man.

“Miss Harriet, Miss Harriet?” The waitress called out.

Harriet gathered her senses, “I’ll wash up first, while you prepare breakfast.”

Harriet was pondering the things of last night during the meal. Wesley obviously didn’t care about that. How could he be willing to let her soak in ice water? She was already in poor health, and this made it even worse.

Harriet couldn’t care much about her headache, directly took a cab to Pop Culture Group from the hotel.

Miss Harriet, Boss Wesley is in a

guard surprisingly stopped her

I’ll wait for him to finish

didn’t say much and left

She frequently asked the receptionist during the time

bear it and directly called to Wesley, but

Wesley!” Harriet stubbornly

receptionist replied helplessly, “Sorry, Miss Harriet, Boss Wesley is really busy, or

then said with absolute certainty, “I'm pregnant, you can't keep

shocked,

a firm voice, “Didn't understand it? I

receptionist's attitude was finally changed, hurriedly calling the office secretariat. Soon, she said to Harriet, “You

he was in the office all the

she found Camille was also here, and was pouring tea to Wesley

didn't I know that Boss Wesley has a hobby of accompanying by

came over to discuss

the urge

an entertainer to talk about work with head honcho? Why didn’t she go to Pleasure Media to find a producer or a director,

to talk about work with Boss Wesley.” Harriet

a question just after her words, "Tell

daze, Harriet glanced at Camille’s astonished eyes, immediately blinking her eyes affectedly. The corners of her eyes flushed a thick scarlet, "Mr. Wesley,

Camille’s

need to discuss some private things with Wesley. Could

heart, but could only speak resentfully before the man, “Ok, I'll leave you

A triumphant look

before she finished being pleased with herself, she heard the man's cold voice, “You can't

“The doctor said it’s hard. It doesn’t mean it’s

believed it herself

a child by yourself. Harriet,