Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Weksey and Harriet had a quiet breakfast. Harriet was distracted, as she was wondering how to deal with those journalists when they went out.

Unlike Weksey, she could barely ignore the gossips as a movie star. Besides, Allen's words had been lingering in her mind annoyingly.

“Don't you like the breakfast?” Weksey broke the ice by noticing her tangled look.

Harriet looked up and asked an irrelevant question, “What's the relationship between us now? You can't go out and tell the press it's a late-night discussion about a script contract, can you?”

She might be suffocated if she didn’t ask.

Weksey enjoyed his breakfast and replied at a slow pace, “Whatever you want.”

If she wanted to commit herself into an open and official relationship with him, he would love to satisfy her. He might be attacked by public opinion, no big deal at all.

But Harriet didn’t expect him to understand what she meant. He just popped up his own thoughts all the time.

“Are you leaving the decision to me?” Harriet finally made up her mind, as she seemed to be stronger than she was before.

Weksey responded with an imperceptibly soft voice, “Yes.”

Suddenly, Harriet suddenly felt so sad that even the announcement of separation had to be borne by her alone in the end.

“Thank you in advance, Mr. Smith.”

She appreciated him for letting her go with freedom.

“What did you call me?” Weksey rose his eyebrows and stared at her with a deep look.

Harriet smiled bitterly. He still complained about his title at this time.

Unfortunately, she had to follow what he said until the last minute. He was in control of their relationship.

“Weksey” She changed the title with a peaceful state of mind, “Thank you for looking after me these years, plus help me find my little brother.”

wasn’t addled to forget

clean up

across, but Weksey didn't speak

very happy when their relationship was confirmed

and walked out decently with Weksey. The dedicated journalists rushed forward, clicking their cameras all the

you explain your overnight

that Mr. Smith’s fiancée is

to look for you yesterday at

for one caustic

at her, rather

She took the microphone from a reporter, and responded in

as you think, I’m a

They didn’t expect her to

him. As you know, the water is rough in the entertainment industry. I cannot let my patron go for sure. But please rest easy, Miss. Louisa. Mr.

in the camera, and shouldered all

to be the mistress of

have anything to say,

reporter who tried to get a word from

His eyes fell on her all the time. While he turned an indifferent look after Harriet's speech, all his tenderness

wanted

Smith?” The reporter

choked off in panic. Then he moved

hope you

and got on Jack's car.

trying her best to get away from the

would she regret for? She finally got the chance to leave him. She would accept any nonsense talk from the public, as long

rental apartment. After a cleanup of Weksey’s stuff,

you have time to come over

voice. Then he responded after a quick silence, “Mr. Smith

Harriet lost her thoughts.