Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 33

Harrison's words immediately silenced me.

In my opinion, the rules are for everyone. As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

But he told me that rich and powerful people didn't have to follow the rules.

I've been a rule follower since I was a kid. In my eyes, marriage is also a rule. That's why I'd never betray my husband. But what happened to me? My husband's betrayal.

"A lot of people break the rules where you can't see them." Harrison says slowly.

I shrug and look at him indifferently. "I don't care. I just want to live a simple and peaceful life."

"So Callen's betrayal is a part of your so-called simple and peaceful life?"

His words raise my head.

I don't know why he mentioned Callen again.

It makes me feel like he's invading my privacy.

Maybe it's not a big deal to him, but it's a scar on my heart.

I put down the knife, calm myself down, and say, "There are many reasons for his betrayal. You're not me, so please don't judge my life."

"You're never gonna move on until you face it," he says slowly. "You could have called the police, but you chose to argue with Maisy. Does that make you feel better?"

He's right. Maisy lost, but I also hurt myself by exposing my miserable experience to the sun.

If I had called the police as soon as I saw her, she wouldn't have had a chance to smear me in front of my neighbors. I knew the consequences of arguing with her, but I did it anyway.

Because I wanted her to be punished as a home wrecker.

Harrison's right, but I hate that he's right. "How can you understand my feelings if you're not me? Maisy deserves to be punished."

"I don't think I did anything wrong. If you were me, you'd gone farther than me!"

After I said that, I suddenly want to laugh. Why would I tell him that? With the way he treats me, maybe he and Callen are the same. In a worse case, he may have a wife and I'm the other woman.

Life really sucks. I can't imagine how much worse it could be.

I ask him directly, "Harrison, do you have a girlfriend or a wife?"

"What do you think?" He wipes his mouth with a tissue, slightly raising the corner of his mouth.

I sneer at the bottom of my heart. A man never gives a woman a clear answer.

I wanted to ask more, but I didn't. From the moment I took his black card, I lost the chance to be his equal. I don't regret it, but I really want to know why he's been helping me for no reason.

If I could go back in time, would I have done the same thing? Yes, because it's the only way I can stay alive.

After that, we didn't say a word until we left.

He drives me to my community. In order to avoid further talk, I open the car as soon as he parks the car.

"Are you so afraid of me?" He suddenly asks.

I close the door with a sigh. "My previous marriage has broken just because of the other woman. I never thought I'd be the other woman, and you gave me the chance."

"Who told you that you're the other woman?" There's a hint of smile in his voice.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I look at him. "I thought 'what do you think' meant 'yes'."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, or you will never know the truth." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I thought he would be angry, but he didn't. His words sound meaningful.

Actually, neither of us is wrong, because we think differently.

"What on earth do you want to tell me? I don't like word play. If you want me to do something, just tell me." I get to the point.

Normally, he wouldn't come to me without a reason. Only fools believe that he came to me because Maisy was giving me a hard time. I'm not his girlfriend, am I?

But I don't know what his reason is.

He doesn't answer my question for a long time. Looking out of the window, I see little flying insects gather under the street lamp. My scalp tingles, so I quickly draw back my gaze and then happen to meet his eyes.

He stretches out his hand to tuck my hair. For some reason, I look somewhere else to avoid his eyes. Suddenly, he says, "With or without Maisy, you're not gonna be with Callen forever." "What do you mean?" I ask in a low voice.

I'm annoyed. I want to cry and get angry, but I just can't.

He takes out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket. As he is about to light it, he tilts his head and asks, "May I?"

"I'm allergic to cigarettes," I say.

He throws the cigarette outside. I sigh helplessly. "In fact, you can put it back and smoke after I leave."

"You're a perfect wife, but in a way, you're not as good as Maisy."

'What the hell? Why would he compare me to a home wrecker? Isn't he humiliating me?'

Amused, I look at him and ask, "Which way? Are you telling me all men like women with good families because they can be more helpful? And ordinary women are meant to be abandoned?"

"What does a man want? Money, power, and a dead wife." As I speak, I slowly calm myself down.

Harrison doesn't interrupt me, so I believe he agrees with me.

We really aren't from the same world because every conversation we have ends badly. I am ready to leave so I open the door again, but his voice sounds.

"They set you up and made you kill your seven-month-old child. Don't you ever wonder why you lost?"