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

crying.

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." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"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.