Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 318

Sitting on the sofa and looking at the dark room, I was so clear- headed that I filtered everything that had happened in the past two days in my mind.

Sienna said that what I said was right. It was because I slowly lost myself in my relationship with Harrison, and I forgot all the sufferings I had suffered before. So when I saw Abbie with him, I was still looking for reasons for him.

"My character is obviously not like this. I should have rushed up and slapped him, and then questioned him about my status. How could I leave so easily?"

The belief I persisted in and the vow that I would never treat myself shabbily. It was as if a gust of wind had swept past and disappeared without a trace...

I could feel that Harrison, who was entering the door, stopped behind me and said in a low voice, "What are you doing sitting here without turning on the light?"

”1 just want to be alone for a while," I replied.

Harrison moved his feet and slowly walked to my side. Then I felt his palm touching my long hair again and again, which was very rhythmic.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked softly.

"I've already eaten it," he said.

"Oh."

The simple word was my answer. At this time, I couldn't think of any other answer.

In fact, it was good. Everyone had their own living space, so they didn't have to restrict their freedom and friends for each other. It was good, really good.

"But why do I still feel uncomfortable in my heart in such a good way? My eyes are sore and I want to cry."

I resisted the urge to cry and swallowed my saliva. I forced a smile and looked at him. "It's getting late. Do you want to live here?"

Harrison looked at me quietly and said nothing.

Looking up at him, she kept her head up and looked at him, trying to maintain the most beautiful smile she thought was natural.

Just when my body was numb and my smile was about to collapse, Harrison finally opened his mouth and said, "Why don’t you ask me?"

"What do you want to know?" I muttered.

"Why did you eat with Abbie today? Why didn't you make it clear in the restaurant? Why didn't you stand by your side? Why didn't you care about your feelings and so on? You can ask me all these."

Listening to him say such a bunch of words, the doubts and unwillingness in my heart suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't find any trace of them.

I shook my head with a smile and said frankly, "Even if I ask you these questions, will you really tell me everything without hiding anything?"

"Then do you want to know?" He asked me again.

"Before answering your question, I just want to know if you will tell me." I insisted.

The reason why I persisted was that I was worried that I would ask. If I really did, and then he told me that I was sorry, what should I do then?

"I'm sorry" meant that there were too many meanings. Sometimes, I really felt sorry, but sometimes it was a different kind of rejection. I was afraid that Harrison was the latter.

Yes, I was afraid that Harrison would say sorry to me.

I got up suddenly and walked to the bedroom from another direction. "It's very tiring to go out for a whole day. You can go back alone!"

With these words, I went into the bedroom. Then I turned around and quickly closed the door. Then I went to bed and covered myself with the quilt. When I covered myself with the quilt, my tears also fell down.

I cried silently, worried that people outside would hear me, because I didn't want such a cowardly side to be seen by him. People were always like this. In front of their most beloved people, they became more and more pretentious, but I didn't know it at all. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He held the quilt with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, trying hard not to make a sound. Tears flowed down his cheeks and fell into his mouth. The sour taste was the same as his mood at this time. After a long time, I seemed to hear the sound of the door being locked.

I stopped crying, knowing that Harrison had left, but I didn't expect that he would really leave me here and choose to leave.

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind. I suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but the posture of lying on the bed was too long. The moment I got up, my body was numb and fell back. Although there were quilts and quilts on the bed, my bed was still hard, and I screamed in pain.

"Are you okay? Take your hands away and let me see what's going on."

A familiar and anxious voice suddenly appeared in my ears. I was stunned and slowly removed my arm that covered my eyes. I saw Harrison squatting by the bed anxiously and looking at me worriedly.

"Didn't you leave? Why are you still here?" I asked blankly.

Harrison sighed, "When did I say I'll go back?"

I said seriously and firmly, "But I clearly heard the sound of the door closing just now. I thought you had left."

"I'm not sure if you're angry, so I deliberately made the sound of leaving to see if you have any reaction. But your door is still closed and there's no sign of opening it, but I still want to come and have a look." Harrison explained.

It was not easy for Harrison to explain so many things, let alone at this time, could I understand that he was making a mistake?

He gently helped me up, and then sat behind me so that I could lean into his arms. I struggled to sit down, but he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind, and two big hands wrapped around my hands.

"Let me rest for a while, okay?" His warm breath spread in my ear, and I could feel that my face was red.

Even if I was unwilling at this time, he could not refuse in the face of such tenderness. So the two of us kept this posture and sat quietly.

Unfortunately, I was not a person who could calm down for a long time. My heart was in a mess, and I couldn't calm down. Because I broke away from his arms, turned around and looked at him seriously. "I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter? Tell me." He was probably calm.

We couldn't see each other in the dark space, but we were more sensitive than usual. I seemed to hear his heartbeat.

Even if I couldn't see his expression clearly, I still felt an inexplicable pressure, so I took a deep breath to cheer for myself. Thinking of what Sienna had said to me, I finally asked, "Why did you eat with Abbie? You know that we are not in the same boat, and it's also because of you."

"I didn't know it was her. I just entered the private room when I called this morning," he said flatly.

His voice was very calm, and she could not hear any ups and downs in it.

I thought for a moment and asked, "Then why didn't you say so at that time? Didn't you think I would be angry too?"

"I can't make it clear on the phone. It may make you even more uncomfortable."