Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 43

Hanging up the phone, I lie on the bed as if I had lost my soul.

My mind's in a mess. Was that his girlfriend or wife? Am I the other woman?

No, he denied it last time. So what exactly is my relationship with him?

Being the other woman is the last thing I would do. He assured me that he was single, so I felt like I wasn't the other woman. But I guess I was wrong.

I don't want to be the other woman, so I refuse to see myself as one. But in others' eyes, I am.

I've been called a slut a lot lately for no reason. I always thought they misunderstood me and wanted to belittle me, but now it seems like they were right.

Sean gave me this job, and I thought he was just helping me as my classmate. I never wondered why he would help a classmate he hadn't talked to in years. It's my punishment that I may lose my job and fall out with Sean.

Harrison kept a cool head when I was scolded. Maybe he feels the same way as the

people who insult me.

My phone keeps vibrating. When I see the caller ID, I almost burst out into tears.

In the end, I decline the call and turn my phone off.

I don't want to think about anything now, nor do I want to care about Harrison. He doesn't see me any different than the people I hate.

In the middle of the night, I feel that the doorbell has been ringing all the time. Fortunately, my mother is too old to hear it. Otherwise, she would have been awakened.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Through the peephole, I see Harrison standing at the door. My heart skips a beat. Why is he here? Shouldn't he spend a wonderful night with that woman?

I don't say a word, and he doesn't stop pressing the doorbell. I'm really worried he's gonna wake up my mom.

"What are you doing here?" I open the door a little.

He doesn't answer me. Instead, he squeezes through the door and pins me against the wall.

In a panic, I ask, "Harrison, are you crazy?!"

He scares me a little, both when he is a gentleman and when he occasionally loses control and does something intimate to me.

I'm scared I won't be able to control my heart.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" He asks in a deep voice.

It can't be denied that his voice is very pleasant. It's hoarse, deep, and charming.

But I still don't like it when he confronts me. "No reason. I just didn't want to."

"I have a reason. You want to hear it?"

I bite my lips and glare at him, though I can't see anything in the darkness. "Harrison, you clearly know how much I hate being the other woman. Why are you making me do the last thing I want to do?"

I tell him the truth without weakness or fear. He knows me very well, so I don't need to hide anything.

I press both my hands against his chest and give him a hard push. When I see him hit the shoe rack, I feel incredibly good.

But my pleasure didn't last long. The sound woke my mom up. She turns on the light and asks what happened.

"Mom, I hit the table." I explain.

Mom reminds me to be careful and then turns off the light. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"You lied to your mom?" Harrison walks up to me again.

"Should I tell her you're molesting me here?" I deliberately retort.

I can't stand the way he doesn't care about anything, because I can't stop myself from caring about him.

Since he's here, I want to see what he's gonna do. Anyway, I'll never believe a word from him. He's living a double life, isn't he?

My reaction does not piss his off. He explains, "My friend answered my phone. I tried to call you and explain, but you turned your phone off."

"I turn it off every night when I go to bed."

"I thought something happened to you, so I came here. You're not touched at all?"

So he came here because he thought I was in trouble again.

I'm no longer that cold, because his tone of grievance kind of softens me.

But I'm not gonna forgive him that easily. "I called you because I never called you before and I had nothing to do. After that, I turned my phone off as usual."

"How did I not know you had this habit?" Harrison pretends to be surprised.

My face turns red in an instant. Thank God he can't see it in the darkness.

I answer seriously, "I have to work tomorrow, so I can't be disturbed."

He suddenly hugs me and says in a tired voice, "I haven't eaten anything since I got off the plane. I'm starving."

"What? Where have you been?" His words successfully attract my attention.

Turns out he flew out today to sign a contract, and he came to see me before he had dinner. I don't know why, but I actually feel sorry for him.

I was gonna take him out to dinner, but he said it was too late and he wanted me to make him some instant noodles.

Then, I sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night and make instant noodles for him.

The next day I woke up to the constant ringing of my alarm clock. When I open my eyes, it's already dawn. Holy sh*t, where is Harrison?

I fell asleep while he was eating instant noodles yesterday. I don't know what happened after that.

Why did I wake up in my own bed? Is what happened last night a dream?

"Come here more often. I'll be at home every day." My mom's voice rings out.

With a bad feeling, I rush out barefoot without changing my clothes.