Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 174

Harrison sighed, took off my pajamas and tucked me in. Then he lay down beside me.

In the whole process, I didn't say a word. I lay in bed and cried silently, as if they couldn't talk.

There was something wrong with me. As long as I cried for a long time, I would tremble all over. I didn't know if it was cold, but my body kept shaking. Harrison probably felt that something was wrong with me. "Are you uncomfortable? I'll call the doctor over."

Realizing that he was about to get up, I quickly pulled him back. "No need. I'm like this."

"What do you mean by that?" Harrison frowned. "If you're ill, you have to rely on a doctor. It's common sense to take medicine quickly."

I felt very speechless. The more you didn't want to talk to him, the more he wanted you to talk to him. In the end, I had to explain, "I've been like this since I was a child. As long as I cried too much, my body would tremble. I'll be fine in a while."

I thought he wouldn't take my explanation seriously, because it sounded like a cover-up, even though I was telling the truth.

But Harrison didn't say anything. He touched my hand and gently held me in his arms.

Without any cover, we were completely clean and closely attached together. I dared to swear that if Harrison had any thoughts about me now, I would definitely slap him without hesitation. For nothing else, I just thought that kind of behavior was very bad.

When I needed it the most, he was still thinking about that thing. He believed that no one would easily accept it.

His body temperature slowly reached me, and even my body slowly warmed up. I struggled to get out of his arms, but he picked me up again.

"Don't move." Harrison rebuked in a low voice.

Feeling wronged in my heart, I looked up at him stubbornly. "A man and a woman are in the same room, and they are still in this state. Aren't you worried that it will be bad if the news gets out?"

"Who will spread it?" He lowered his head and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. "Are you or me?"

I despised him in my heart. "Isn't he obviously trying to seduce me by talking to me in such a tone? Unfortunately, I'm not in the mood today. I don't want to be seduced at all."

I replied in a cold tone, "It's absolutely impossible. After all, no one will tell anyone about private things. Although I want to say that it's impossible, in fact, I'm most likely to be the one who spread the news. Do you know why?"

"Our identities are different. If I have money and power, I will naturally not waste my time on you, and you are willing to waste your time on me."

When he spoke, his tone was calm, as if he was talking about what to eat today.

Seeing that he was as calm as usual, I felt as if my heart had been pricked by needles. It was not comfortable at all for him to tell me what had always been on tenterhooks so easily.

Harrison held my hand more tightly. Ignoring my resistance, he put his face close to me and said in a very tired tone, "I know women will think too much, but I never knew that they would think so much. It's my fault. I didn't give you a sense of security"

A sense of security?

Hearing these three words, my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what a sense of security was, nor did I know if I had experienced it before. Because I didn't know when I began to doubt others and felt that I was the only one in the world who could believe it.

"Besides, I have a relationship with Harrison. He doesn't give me a sense of security. What he can give me is money." Thinking of this, I felt that life was bitter.

"You don't have to do this. I'm very clear about our relationship. From the beginning, the definition was distorted. I brought this on myself," I said.

After saying that, I didn't look at him. I wasn't in the mood to comfort myself and was still thinking about other people's feelings.

Harrison let go of me, slightly distanced himself from me, and asked me seriously, "Do you really want to do that?" NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"It doesn't matter whether I think so or not. What matters is what you think," I replied.

After a long while, he asked, "That day in the company, why did you and Louie appear in the lounge at the same time, and the door was closed inside. I remember that it was not a break."

After saying a series of words, the key point was still the day when the company was in charge. This matter was easy to explain, because there was nothing wrong with Louie and me, but the key was on the property ownership certificate.

"I can't make up my mind. At first, I didn't want to tell him the whole story. I remember that I saw on TV that men very much care about women's family. That is to say, your family is determined. I don't want Harrison to look down on me."

The ex- husband's divorce was always entangled with each other. It might be a normal emotional entanglement for others, but the problem was that Harrison knew about my current situation. It

might be different in his eyes. At least, I felt that he was a person who could not tolerate sand.

"I'll give you time to organize your language. Think about it and tell me the truth," he said lightly.

I don't know why, but this kind of tone without any ups and downs makes me feel dangerous from the bottom of my heart.

In the middle of the conversation, Harrison did not urge me anymore. He fulfilled his promise and gave me time to organize my language properly. However, the problem was that there was no problem between Louie and me at all. This made it seem like I was cheating.

I thought of Abbie and said to him directly, "I haven't asked about you and Abbie yet. Can't you explain it to me before I tell you?"

"I'm just saying that there is no contradiction in the sequence of time," Harrison replied.

This serious answer did not make me feel comfortable. On the contrary, I was even more dissatisfied. "Anyway, what you men do is right. There are problems with what we women do. You might as well tell me directly."

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say anything. You were just thinking about it." Looking into his eyes, I sneered and said, "Even if I told you clearly, so what? Can you pretend that nothing happened between us? Do you think I am a three-year-old child or a sick child?"

It's all from my heart. I can help Louie to clear his mind. I don't have any relationship with friends, but Harrison can't!

Everyone had witnessed the intimate interaction between him and Abbie that day. Could it be that he was going to go back and wash everyone's eyes? Thinking of this, my temper flared up, and I

was unwilling to tell him what had happened in the lounge.

We were in a deadlock. For a long time, we kept our movements. It seemed that they were playing a game to see who would bow down first.

"If you want to know, I'll tell you," Harrison said in a low voice.