Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 77

Harrison's still wearing a suit. He looks straight at me, with his eyes that seem so calm and yet so profound. He keeps expressionless, but I feel there's a storm coming.

"Mr. Stewart, it's not a good habit to disturb." Callen breaks the silence.

I find him holding me in his arms, so I push him away subconsciously and move a few steps away from him.

He frowns slightly and looks at me with a complicated expression. Then, he suddenly smiles and says to Harrison, "Chelsea is shy. She's not used to making out in front of outsiders."

"I didn't ask you," Harrison says indifferently.

"Mr. Stewart, Chelsea is my ex- wife. You know, a lot of divorced people are getting back together now these days." Callen says with a chuckle.

Before Harrison speaks, I denied, "Forget it. I wouldn't be with you if you were the only man in the world!"

Callen is selfish and heartless. No woman

will ever be happy with him. Actually, I should thank Maisy for having me divorce this jerk!

I don't know why, but I glance at Harrison subconsciously after I said that. When I see his mouth tilt upwards slightly at the corners, I look away.

What's worng with me? Am I insane?

Callen's smile dies on his lips. He looks at me and warns. "Don't forget what I said. Be my woman, or you'll never know the truth!"

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But Harrison suddenly speaks, "The Cook family is always demanding of its sons- inlaw. What would Maisy's parents do if they knew you were trying to cheating on her?"

Callen stops to look at Harrison in disbelief.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know so much about Maisy?" He narrows his eyes as he questions Harrison.

Harrison puts his hands in his pockets and smiles. "You can keep looking into me."

I don't know what Harrison meant, nor do I think there was any threat in what he said. But Callen changes his face and clenches his fist without a word.

After spending so many years with Callen, I can tell that he has been provoked. I'm afraid that he's gonna fight Harrison.

But Harrison should not lose, or he might not even bother to fight.

Apparently, I'm being paranoid again. After looking at Harrison for a while, Callen leaves.

So Harrison and I are the only ones left. The atmosphere is slightly awkward. He's not looking at me. He just stands there with his hands in his pockets, as if he couldn't see me.

A book says the worst thing in the world is a man's indifference. Men push women over the edge with it, and women don't even have a reason to blame them.

In order not to be angry, I turn around to leave without a word.

I start comforting myself. 'Harrison has nothing to do with me now, so I can ignore him or even treat him as a stranger. Maybe that's why he's been ignoring me.'

I come home in this mood. When I close the door, I seem to see a black shadow. But when I look outside the door, I see no one.

I feel a bit disappointed. I thought the black shadow was Harrison.

But when I turn around, I see a pair of eyes staring at me. I yelp in fear and my heart races.

"Am I that scared?"

It's Harrison. He followed me into my house without my knowledge.

I pretend to be calm and glare at him angrily. "Aren't you afraid of having an outsider in your house?"

"I never let outsiders into my house," he says faintly.

My heart skips a beat. Is he saying that I'm not an outsider to him?

No, I must get it wrong again.

"Get out of here!" I open the door and say coldly.

He glances at me. Just when I think he's gonna leave, he wraps his arms around my waist and closes the door quickly. Then he presses me against the door.

His face is facing mine, and my lips are only a few millimetres from his. I look away just as he's about to kiss me.

It was not easy for me to make up my mind to cut him off. If I don't say no to him now, we will go back to the relationship we had before. I don't want it.

My mother's sudden death hit me hard. But just because I want to be loved doesn't mean I want to be a booty call.

"If I remember correctly, we're over now." I try my best to stay calm.

After a few seconds of silence, he asks, "Why do you get to decide how it starts and ends?"

"But you agreed!" I feel very wronged when I hear this.

"I didn't. I was just giving you a little quiet time. I didn't allow you to leave me. I thought you knew it."

My heart sinks. With tears in my eyes, I sneer. "So you want to keep me as your booty call? Or a puppet who does exactly what you say?"

"Why do you have to insult yourself?" His eyes are full of pity, and he reaches out to touch my cheek.

I'm completely confused. What the hell is he thinking? When I am determined to leave him, he forcefully re-enters my life and asks me to come back to him.

What will he do if I refuse to go back to him?

I kiss his lips gently, and my tears fall down. They are salty.

Before he can react, I left his arms. "What if I say no?"