Darling, Don't Get Rid of Me

Chapter 61 Fake Gentleness

The blond handsome dude was blue in the face at that moment, but he quickly changed his mood,

smiling flatteringly toward Harriet Clark.

“Where is my friend?” Harriet Clark thought of Molly Bush.

“She’s out there. We did nothing to her.” Several henchmen replied immediately to avoid kicking their

ass.

They followed Brother Furry and then bullied other people at ordinary times. They did not expect that

one day they would run into a stone wall.

Harriet thought herself as a bad guy, seeing those people whom she cannot be trifled with. If they

called police, the situation would be messier. Under this circumstance, she preferred to settle the

matter out of the court.

She looked at Wesley Smith. “Mr. Smith, what I say really counts?”

“Yep.” At this point, Wesley Smith’ phone rang so he walked toward the door and answered.

Harriet Clark said to the blond guy, “This time let it pass. I hope you can educate your friends well and

assure they won’t bother me in the future. Or...”

Her eyes turned sharp, shooting the guy.

The guy nodded, assured seriously, “You have my word.”

Then he took a card and passed it to Harriet Clark, “My phone number is on it. If you get involved in a

tricky matter, you can call me.”

Tricky matters were the last thing Harriet Clark wanted in this planet. But she still took it due to his

special identity.

“Thanks.” Harriet turned around and strode towards to door.

Brother Furry just stood there and watched her walk away.

Waiting for all the other people leaving, he ran to the blond dude at once, “Brother, I just play with a

woman. Do you have to do that?

“Humph!” The blond guy slapped his forehead hard, “I think you’re used to ride roughshod over abroad.

Go and see what the place is. If you are trifled with the Smiths, you even don’t know how you died.

Don’t mess with the Smiths, or I can’t save you.”

“Bother, it’s my fault. Please don’t leave me alone.” Brother Furry apologized right away, feeling so

unlucky to meet Harriet Clark.

“If you do not stir up trouble, I won’t leave you alone.”

When came out, Harriet saw Molly Bush at once. She rushed toward her, “Molly, are you okay?”

Molly Bush shook his head and got a glimpse of Wesley Smith behind Harriet, “I heard a fight inside.

Mr. Smith, he came out of there too...”

Harriet explained it lest Molly though too much, “Yes, Mr. Smith helped me.”

“Hey, what a coincidence! Last time you had a car accident, it was also Mr. Smith...” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“It was Assistant Moor. I said I was Assistant Moor’s friend, so he helped me.” Harriet interrupted her

lest she made wild guesses.

“Oh.” Molly Bush learned that, and she stole a glance at Wesley Smith regretfully, “I heard about that

Mr. Smith is the largest shareholder of Pleasure Media. You are literally our boss. Kind of...”

“Yeah. So what? Time to go home right now.”

Didn’t wait for Molly Bush to answer. Harriet Clark walked to Wesley Smith. After waiting for him

finishing answering telephone, she said, “Mr. Smith, today, thank you.”

He glanced at Molly Bush along with lightly frowning.

“Um. I gotta go home.” Not knowing what, Molly Bush has a ominous presentiment.

As expected, a cold and hard voice came when she just turned around, “Well. Just walk away?”

Harriet Clark stopped and bit her lips, and turned to him, “Is there something I can do for you?”

Her attitude made Wesley Smith uncomfortable.

“Do not go to a bar afterwards.” He walked to her. Harriet might consider that he cares about her.

“Oh.” A sense of loss which Harriet did not notice in her voice, she just stood there.

Harriet knew, the reason why Wesley said so was that he didn’t like other people to touch his stuff.

She smiled ironically, because she was the “stuff”.

Molly Bush didn’t dare to move nearer to her. Molly ran to her hurriedly until Wesley Smith was some

distance away, “What were you talking about?”

Harriet’s nature recovering itself, “Nothing. I just expressed my appreciation.”

Molly took her face in her hands like a nympho, “How handsome Mr. Smith is! He is more handsome

than those Hollywood movie stars.”

“Ah.” Harriet sneered, “What did those actors do to you?”

Harriet didn’t recognize Wesley Smith any excellence but money and a good look. He was very

authoritative and bossy, s elfish and cold-blooded.

At this point, she thought of two babies that did not survive for a long time, feeling so heartbroken. In

the future, she might not be pregnant anymore.

“Harriet, are you not well?” Molly felt her face was ashen.

Harriet took Molly’s arm, and wore a faint smile, “Nope, let’s go. Not going to bars any more seems to

be a wise choice.”

“I could agree more.” said Molly agreeable.

They went home and just opened the door.

Wesley just jumped out of the couch and ran into her feet along with mewing.

“Wesley Smith, you hungry? I’ll get you some food.” Wesley was a quite smart cat. When hungry,

Wesley knew to run to its owner.

Harriet took some cat food and put it into the food bowl. Then Harriet gently stroked its sleek coat,

“That’s my boy.”

There was a loud noise near the door and a moment later a voice said, “Harriet, you back?” It was

Colin Clark.

“Yeah. Just a few minutes ago.” Harriet stood up.

Colin Clark hurried to her and lifted Wesley, “My friend heard that I have a little cute orange cat that she

is very interested in and wants to see.”

So, he took out his phone and put Wesley on the couch. He took a photo of Wesley with an elegant

pose.

“What friend?” Harriet got a glimpse of his phone. That friend supposed to be a girl on Instagram

because it was a pink avatar when Colin Clark logged out.

Harriet whipped out her phone and checked Colin’s avatar. Both of them were pink.

Couple avatars.

It strokes her that last time she picked him up after school, Colin was so shy. Well. Well. Now he

started to dangle after the girl.

Harriet moved closer, “Who you are talking with?”

Colin Clark surprised and trembled a little. He hesitated but still told the truth, “Harriet, actually I have a

girlfriend.”

“I thought you would lie to me, Colin.” Harriet watched him with relief.

Colin touched his nose and said shy, “In fact, I did not expect to start a relationship. But she wouldn’t

stop pestering me. By the way, I think she... she is cute and kind. Sister, this cat that she found is not

allowed to be in her house by her mother. So I brought the cat home.”

One person that could adopt a stray cat would be not bad. Harriet believed in her younger brother, “No

need to be nervous. You are grown-up. It’s very normal to be in love with someone. But one thing to

remember, be a responsible man. You ought to know clearly what to do and what not to do.”

Colin understood the interior meaning behind those words and his face was red, “Don’t worry. I

understand.”

Then, he lifted cat and went upstairs, “I gotta have my homework done. I gotta go back to my room.”

“Go ahead. Some day you can bring your little cute girlfriend home.” Harriet said so last time. However,

at that time she was injured and needed to rest in hospital so that Colin didn’t mention this matter.

“Deal.” Colin Clark sent messages to Louisa Jones, “My sister told me to bring you home next time.”

Louisa said, “Wow, all right. That’s cool. When?”

Colin replied, “Up to my sister. She’s been really busy recently.”

“Well. She must be very tired.” said Louisa.

In the Jones’ house.

Louisa Jones was texting with radiant smile on the couch.

She didn’t expect that Sandra Jones suddenly jumped out of the couch, “Louisa, how is your gown

altered?”

She was so surprised that she dropped her phone on the ground, which was just at Sandra Jones’ feet.