Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 64

He has taught me a lot of things, one of which I remember most clearly is that people with money and power can ignore the rules.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have doubted the integrity of the police. How could he blame me?

He's a bit stunned when he hears that.

"You've learnt how to get the upper hand," he says with a chuckle.

I reply, "You're my teacher."

"But you know what happens when you question cops? They forgive you for losing your mother, but you shouldn't have made a scene at the police station," he says seriously.

I did get a little carried away.

But what was I supposed to do? Can't I question the police? Do I have to accept whatever they give me?

As I think about it, I feel inexplicably lost, and tears fall down.

He hugs me and strokes my back gently. "If you feel sad, cry. If you're not happy with this result, I'll help you reopen the case."

"I don't believe this result at all." I shake my head.

"If the victim hadn't been my mother, I might have believed it. My mom always obeys the traffic rules and there's no way she would run a red light. Doesn't that accdient strike you as odd?"

I suddenly get out of his embrace and hold him as if he were my lifeline. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"It's weird, but I don't doubt the police investigation."

The first part of his sentence made me happy, but the second part sent me to hell.

He's not me, so he won't understand.

I sit down and say, "I want to go home."

He looks at me and does not speak for a long time. Then, he sighs and starts the car.

I sit in the co-pilot's seat with my eyes closed. I can't stop crying so I open the window, letting the wind dry my tears.

I thought Harrison would leave after sending me home, but he follows me into my house. I close the door and look at him. "Aren't you leaving?"

"I'll stay here with you." He sits on the sofa.

I feel like I'm hearing a joke. I walk up to him and speak with disdain, "Harrison, do you remember how you kicked me out of your house? Who are you to stay here now?"

He doesn't look up at me, nor does he say anything.

I'm exhausted from the last few days, but he's no better than I am. I can even see the beard on his chin. And he hasn't changed his clothes in, like, three days.

He never left my side, probably because he was afraid something would happen to me.

He helped me with my mother's funeral, so he looks tired, too. Thinking of this, I feel sad. He didn't have to do all this for me, did he?

Whether I like it or not, we're strangers now. Last time when I was at his house, he said he didn't want to see me again.

"You said you didn't want to see me again. So, get the hell out of my place now," I speak coldly.

He, who has been silent, finally stands up and looks at me.

I stare at him and chuckle. "I said it for your own good. If you're too nice to a miserable woman, you may never get rid of her."

I don't want to face it, but the truth is, my mother has left me for good.

At this time, I desperately need comfort and care. I ask Harrison to leave because I don't want to rely on him again. I want to be a woman who can live without him.

His being here only makes me more dependent on him.

"You haven't answered my question yet," he suddenly says.

I'm confused. What does he mean by that?

He asks again, "Are you in love with me?"

I thought I heard my heart explode and I panicked. I look away from him and speak with a sad smile, "Does it matter? I mean nothing to you anyway."

He's not gonna fall in love with me, is he? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

To him, I'm just like a toy. When he gets tired of me or gets a new toy, he will abandon me.

But I don't want to be a toy, because I have feelings. I'd rather not see him again than be abandoned.

Suddenly, I think of that black card. I run into the room and start searching for it. In the end, I find it in the drawer. I've kept it under a notebook.

I laugh and cry with I see this card. My tears are for leaving him and being alone. I laugh because I no longer need to care about him.

I wipe away my tears and turn around, running into his arms. I hit my forehead against his chin, and the pain nearly makes me cry again. He hugs me and rubs my forehead gently.

"I'm fine." I take a step back and speak coldly.

He held his hand in mid-air for a few seconds before dropping it.

"Here's your card. We don't have to contact each other anymore." After that, I shrug and pretend to be cool. "We're square, aren't we?"

He looks at me expressionlessly and says nothing.

I laugh at him. "What, you said I paid you back with sex."

"I don't want money. I want you."