Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 88

'No, I don't! My biggest regret is marrying you!' Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I want to refute, but I can't make any sound at all. The only thing I can do is to shake my head.

But it's useless. Callen puts my hands above my head and restrains them with one hand. I want to break free, but I can't. I really regret not negotiating with him just now.

He's trying to tie my hands together. 'No, if I was really tied up, I'd be reaped.'

I quickly think of how to escape. Seeing the excitement on his face, I gather my strength and kick him hard in the back. Just as I thought, he subconsciously lets go of me out of pain.

This is my chance! I push him away and jump up on the bed. Throwing off the tie, I keep shouting for help!

"Argh!" He grabs me by the hair and I shriek in pain.

His cold voice rings out. "B*tch, you asked for it!"

He pulls me back by the hair. I want to go

forward, but I'm in so much pain. Tears are trickling down my cheeks.

But I can't give in, or this b*satrd's gonna eat me. I see the glass on the table in a trance, so I try me best to move to the table. Suddenly, I pick up the glass and throw it back.

Soon, I hear Callen scream. He lets go of my hair as I hear the glass break.

Without looking back, I run to the door. My hands are trembling so hard that I can't open the door. The more I can't open it, the more nervous I become. The footsteps and curses behind me are getting closer and closer.

I can't stop crying. The only thought in my head is that if I don't get out of here today, my life could be ruined!

Callen grabs my collar and pulls me back with great strength, and I open the door at the same time.

He's trying his best to pull me back. In order to completely open the door, I give up struggling and fall back with my hand holding the door handle.

Callen didn't see that coming, so both of us hit the back wall due to losing balance. My body is pressed on him, which causes a double blow to him. Probably because of the pain in his chest, he instinctively lets go of me.

Before I can breathe, I quickly get up and rush out of the door. Then, I bump into a guy. With the help of the moonlight, I see his face.

It's Harrison. I look him in the eye without saying a word.

For a second there, all I could think about was getting out of here. But I never thought about why I was so resistant to sleeping with Callen.

At the moment I see Harrison, I know the answer. Even though Callen and I used to be a couple, I refuse to have sex with him because he's not Harrison.

Turns out I have such deep feelings for Harrison. Putting all our quarrels and complaints behind us, I throw my arms around him with tears. Thank God he's here.

He does not speak or push me away.

Life is short. I've had such a hard time for nearly thirty years. Why can't I have a few happy days?

I just want to be with the man I love and live a simple life. I admit that I've fallen in love with Harrison.

"You'd rather sleep with him than me?"

It's Callen's voice. I shake violently. Probably sensing my fear, Harrison gently caresses my back to comfort me. I gradually calm down.

I want to say something, but Harrison stands in front of me and says to Callen, "Mr. Gibbs, long time no see."

What follows is a long period of frightening silence. I secretly observe Callen from behind Harrison, only to find he is expressionless.

"Harrison, why do I meet you everywhere?" After a while, Callen smiles and shakes his head. There seems to be something unspoken in his words.

"Have I been too lenient with you to make you forget your job?"

Callen stands up from the ground and slowly walks to us. He looks at me and says to Harrison, "If it weren't for you, we'd be having sex."

"Too bad you'll never get the chance." Harrison answers with a smile.

I breathe a sigh of relief. The look Callen gave me just now was cold and terrible.

If Harrison wasn't here, he might drag me into the room and f*ck me until I get pregnant.

No one says a word. Callen goes downstairs alone. I'm not satisfied with the result because I think he should at least be punished.

I stand in front of Harrison and ask, "Why didn't you call the police?"

"Is it useful?" he asks.

"Of course. He'll be in custody!" I speak seriously.

Even if he won't get the death penalty, he's not gonna get off that easy. What if he comes back for me? Should I move?

Harrison strokes my hair. Although he moves very gently, I still feel pain. Then, he says, "Even if you call the police, it's pointless."

"Why?" I ask subconsciously.

His hands are still on my head. "You have no proof, and he didn't succeed. Besides, the Cook family's got his back."

"But you'll have my back, won't you?" In my mind, Harrison is more powerful than the Cook family.

Unless he's unwilling to help me. Thinking of this and what I encountered just now, my tears fall again without warning.