Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 110

"If it's because it didn't happen," Harrison said in a low voice.

In fact, there was no problem with this answer. If it happened to someone else, I just sighed with emotion, "Fortunately, it didn't really lead to a tragedy."

Since there was no tragedy, what was there to worry about?

I looked at him and smiled faintly. "You don't understand that one thing will be a blow to people."

"In my eyes, there are only things that happened and nothing that happened," he said.

"That's your principle, but it doesn't mean that everyone is the same as you. At least I'm different from you."

Harrison looked at me with a frown and asked in confusion, "Chelsea, you've always been sensible and never bothered about this kind of thing. Why do you have to do it now?"

"That's because everything that happened before was not a threat to me, so I don't think it's necessary." I looked at him indifferently. "But what happened now is obviously beyond my tolerance."

Everyone has a bottom line. Once someone touches your bottom line, no matter what kind of relationship this person has with you, it won't change your bottom line.

And right now, what Abbie had done had touched upon my bottom line.

"Even if a person is blinded by love, he can't use such words as a reason to hurt others. At least I can't accept such an answer or a reason. The harm has been cast, and your love is an explanation?"

Harrison looked at me quietly. After a long while, he said, "This matter ends here. I'm sure Abbie will never have anything to do with you in the future, and I won't give her a chance to hurt you."

As he spoke, Harrison stretched out his hand from the table to me and gently held it in his palm.

I was stunned. If it was in the past, I would be very happy that he was so active. I would think that he might be interested in me. But now I don't think so. I have even begun to feel that I was being used. Harrison wanted to exchange for peace and sound, so he chose to use tenderness to use my kindness.

Maybe others would think that there was something wrong with my thoughts when they knew what I was thinking. Harrison wasn't truly in love with me. But after experiencing a tragic torture related to him, perhaps no one would easily accept such a kind of gentleness for no reason.

When a man's tenderness is built on the person who hurts you, is it really meaningful?

I returned him a faint smile and withdrew my hand from his. "Harrison, there's no need to say more about three different views."

With that, I took a step back and looked at him with a smile. "Go on with your business. I'll go to my room to pack up."

"Pack up?" Harrison frowned. "What do you want to pack up?"

"Well, there's nothing to pack. I don't think there's anything here."

"What did you mean by that? What are you doing?"

Faced with his question again, I replied softly, "I've been disturbing you here for a long time. After thinking about it, I think it's better for me to leave."

"You've rejected me many times. I don't want to suffer anymore. Even if love can't become you, I don't want to turn sadness into your appearance."

"So, are you leaving?" Harrison confirmed again.

I nodded and smiled. "Take care of yourself in the future."

Because I don't have luggage, it's easy for me to leave here. It can be said that I can leave here completely after eating and washing bowls, just like when I came.

The only thing I didn't expect was that after I finished my meal, washed my bowls, and packed up, Harrison disappeared. He was not in the living room, nor was he in the restaurant, as if he had never come back.

"When I made up my mind, I must have made all the preparations and there was no possibility of going back on my word. So even if Harrison didn't show up again, I still picked up my phone and booked a car, waiting quietly in front of the TV in the living room."

His mind was in a mess. He always had a feeling that Harrison would have a premonition. He even thought in his heart that Harrison would stop him and would not let him leave. If such a thing really happened, how could he refuse? Or how could he take back what he had just said?

It was not easy for them to make progress in their relationship, but they returned to the beginning because of such a thing. Maybe they really became a familiar stranger. I couldn't help but feel sad.

Ten minutes later, the reserved car arrived, but Harrison did not show up.

I didn't have any reaction. As usual, I went out for shopping. I got up, changed my shoes, put my slippers, put the key at the entrance, turned around, closed the door, and left.

After getting in the car, I looked at the villa, but I still couldn't see anyone. Without my instructions, the driver asked, "Miss, are we leaving now?"

"Yes."

I always thought that I would stay so calm that I could go home, but I didn't expect that after driving for less than ten minutes, my tears fell without warning. I cried hysterically, as if I had suffered a great grievance. The driver was scared by my sudden cry.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you have money to pay for the car?"

I didn't say anything and continued to cry. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The driver said again, "It's not easy for me to do this. My parents and children all need to be supported. If you tell me that we don't have money, we can't do it. If we can't, we can go to the police station."

I was not in the mood to care about what he said, so I just cried on my own. In fact, it was good. No one understood what I cried for, and there was no need to explain it over and over again.

Later, when I didn't answer, the driver directly parked the car on the side of the road. He turned around and said with dissatisfaction, "You don't look like a poor person. In this case, why do you have to make a scene over such a small amount of fare? Do you agree?"

Ignoring him, I continued to cry.

I was angered to a certain extent, and I was too sad to say anything. I didn't want to say a word, so the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door. Seeing that I didn't know what to say, he pulled me out of the car.

I lost my balance when I was dragged out, and the driver suddenly let go of me, and then I fell directly to the ground.

Seeing me fall down, the driver paused for a few seconds and continued, "You deserve it. I've never seen someone like you take a taxi like this. Are you dumped by a rich man in the villa area? I really didn't know that you were a mistress. It's disgusting!"

"I'm not!" I cried and roared.

"Didn't you keep silent just now? Now I just said that you were a mistress. I think you did it on purpose!" As he said this, the driver suddenly raised his leg to me.

It was so fast that I had no time to dodge. I simply closed my eyes and clenched my teeth.

"She's a woman. Can you do that?"

A voice suddenly appeared, and I was inexplicably excited. Then I quickly opened my eyes and saw a strange and familiar man.