Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 65

He says in a deep voice, "I don't want money. I want you."

I'm stunned for a second, but then I bend over with laughter.

Isn't it funny? The man who said he never wanted to see me again suddenly said he wanted me.

"Are you pitying me?" I ask him, "You feel sorry for me because I'm pathetic, don't you?"

Harrison closes his thin lips tightly and doesn't answer me.

I don't mind his silence. I stretch out my index finger and gently touch his lips, "A book says thin- lipped men are fickle. What do you think?"

"It's nonsense."

I knew he would deny it. Men don't believe in physiognomy any more than they believe in astrology.

But I do, because Harrison is just too fickle.

I put the card in front of him. "It's yours."

"Don't you understand what I mean?" He frowns at me.

He looks at me helplessly as if I were a cranky child. The uninformed who see this scene may think that we are in love or he has a crush on me.

But this is not true.

I put the card in his pocket and clap my hands. "Well, I don't owe you anymore!"

"Are you happy? I'm a troublemaker and you don't have to clean up my mess anymore."

He looks awful, as if he would explode at any moment.

But I don't think I was wrong, so I continue, "Actually, we all got what we deserved. You banged me, and I got the help I needed."

"Do you really think so?" He asks.

My heart aches, but I still pretend to be calm. "Yeah. It's the best result for both of us. We can live our lives without each other."

Although I said so, it's the most agonizing decision of my life. I don't know why, but leaving him is a terrible wrench for me.

But I know I'm doing the right thing. I want to live in peace, so I have to stay goodbye to him.

Sooner or later, everything I went through with him will be forgotten...

Suddenly, he takes me into his arms. I raise my head and see his dark face. I give a relieved smile and ask, "The last hug?"

"Chelsea, you always push my buttons," he says in a low voice.

He's obviously pissed off, but I don't care. "I was just telling the truth."

"You're not allowed to leave me," he says firmly.

I bite my lip. Why does he get to decide everything? Why can't I do what I want?

Placing both hands on his chest, I speak angrily, "Harrison, I don't need you anymore, so I don't have to listen to you. I can do whatever I want!"

"Well see."

His tone angers me instantly. I keep hitting him, biting him and kicking him, but he just stands still and holds me tight in his arms.

He's not responding to my struggle and I gradually have no strength. I suddenly feel like a child in a temper, and he is my parent.

It reminds me of my mom's death again. I'm literally alone in the world. Even if I get bullied, no one will care about me or feel sorry for me. And my kids will never have a grandma. Thinking about it, my eyes are swimming with tears.

I'm drowning my sorrows and can't stop

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It's already night when I open my eyes again. I'm lying in Harrison's arms, and my arms are on his shoulder.

My eyes are sore, maybe because I've been crying too long.

"What's wrong?"

I stop rubbing my eyes and blink as tears stream down my cheeks. "My eyes are aching."

He presses his long fingers gently on my eyes. "Close your eyes for a while and you will be fine."

His voice is low and husky, like that of a male anchor on the TV station.

After a while, I feel that my eyes are fine. I take away his hand and say, "I'm fine now, thank you."

"Don't be so polite," he says with a faint smile.

My heart skips a beat, but I pretend to be cool. "My mom and I have always been dependent on each other. When I was a child, some people laughed at me for not having a dad. I went home and asked my mother where my father was."

"What did she say?" Harrison asks.

"She said nothing, but she looked very sad. I haven't asked her about this again since then."

Harrison hugs me. "You need to stop thinking about it. I'll take care of you in her place."

"Why?"

I'm not an idiot. I find it odd that he keeps repeating that he's gonna be there for me.

And how did he know my mom's accident? I didn't call him when I was in the hospital. This is just too weird.

He falls silent again, so I continue. "We're from different worlds. You know this better than me. Just because my mother's gone doesn't mean my sanity's gone."

That's all I have to say. I feel like he's different, but I can't tell what's different. He lets go of me and looks into my eyes.

"You're right for me," he says.

I lower my head and smile bitterly. His answer doesn't surprise me. "But you're not right for me."

"Don't be so..."

The sound of knocking startles me. Before he finishes, I quickly got out of bed and opened the door.

I should thank the person outside. If it hadn't been for the knock, I might have been persuaded by Harrison.

It's my neighbor. I invite her to come in, but she refuses.

"Chelsea, there's something I've been thinking about for days. I think I need to tell you." She looks hesitant.