Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 168

I lowered my head and murmured, "In my opinion, you are my best friend. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because of something."

As I spoke, I raised my head and looked straight at Louie without any hesitation.

In my heart, I hoped that he could understand my good intentions. At least in my opinion, being friends now was the best result for us.

But this is only my idea, not his.

"You have your persistence, and I have my principles," Louie said in a low voice.

This was the last sentence he said to me face to face. After that, he got up and went to the kitchen. I sat on the sofa and felt unprecedentedly tired, as if I could fall asleep as soon as I lay down. I didn't think much and just let Louie do his work in the kitchen and lay down alone.

When I woke up again, I was too hungry. The smell of rice came from the tip of my nose. I got up from the sofa because of hunger and sleep.

"Let's wash our hands and get ready for dinner."

As soon as I got up, I heard Louie's voice. When I looked up, I saw him carrying things to the dining table.

I moved closer and looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table. I said in shock, "If I remember correctly, there seems to be no so many dishes at home, right?"

"No, I ordered it online," he replied with a smile.

Looking at Louie in a suit, who was meticulously dressed in front of outsiders, and now wearing my pink white rabbit apron, he didn't seem to be at odds with it at all. But this was the most important thing. Why was he not at odds with it when he was wearing my apron?

After washing her hands and sitting at the dining table, she remembered to ask, "Is it noon?"

Louie paused for a moment and then looked at me with a smile. "In this way, it proves that you did sleep very well just now. You don't remember the time. It's already over five o'clock in the afternoon. You can basically call this meal dinner."

"What?” I asked in surprise. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She felt like she had only slept for a while, but she didn't expect that it was already late at night when she woke up. How sleepy was she to sleep like this?

During the meal, he kept picking up food for me, but I had been focusing on the property ownership certificate, so I was not in the mood to care about food. I was afraid that if you asked me to eat steamed buns and salty vegetables now, I might not have any reaction.

"There is one thing I have to admit. For a person like me who pays attention to food, my current state is not good at all."

Probably because I saw that I was out of my mind, Louie insisted on washing dishes after dinner and said that I could go back early after packing up. I was in no mood to argue with him, so I just let him do it.

Thinking about it, if the colleagues in the company saw Louie working hard in my house, they didn't know how shocked their young minds would be.

When he went back, I saw him off and accidentally found that the bloody handprint on the wall was gone. It could be said that there was no trace at all. I couldn't help wondering if I was dreaming

before. Was what happened last night fake? Was it my dream?

"I got someone to clean it up," Louie said.

Looking at Louie's smiling face, I wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. I could only say in a low voice, "Thank you."

"You can call me as soon as possible if you need anything. I won't back down as long as I can help you."

This was Louie's last sentence, and then he closed the doorand left.

Looking at the closed door, my heart was full of mixed feelings. I turned back to the living room, and the empty loneliness returned to me again. I felt sad as if I would cry at any time. I kept hinting to myself that I couldn't cry, and I couldn't continue to be sad.

Yes, I don't have the right to be sad. There are still many things waiting for me to solve. If I have time to be sad here today, then I may be driven out tomorrow.

I don't have anything. What other dreams do I have?

Thinking of this, I made a decision in my heart. I turned back to my room to change my clothes. After I changed my clothes, I took a taxi to find Maisy. I didn't believe that she would agree to what Callen did. A proud woman like Maisy would not agree.

This was a woman's intuition, and it was my understanding of Maisy. Although I hated her in my heart and what she had done to me, I hated Callen more.

"A jerk is a jerk. I shouldn't let a woman take the blame for what I have done!"

In the car, I called Maisy. This was the number I had written down a long time ago. At that time, I didn't want to save the number. I just forgot to clean it up and ignored it. I didn't expect that this unintentional action would be useful at this time. It was also an accident.

I was restless when I arrived at the cafe and kept looking at the door. I was worried that Maisy would not be able to see me when he came, and I was even more worried that she would not come.

I didn't make things very clear on the phone. I just wanted to talk to her about something. It was about Callen. I believed that if she loved and cared about Callen, she would come to see me as soon as possible. But my idea was obviously wrong.

After Maisy recognized who I was, he sneered and said, "If you want to meet me, you can meet me as much as you want. It has nothing to do with me."

" I want to talk to you now," I said.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone. "Chelsea, I don't want to see you now, nor do I want to see Callen. It has nothing to do with me if you two want to be together."

Realizing that she wanted to hang up, I quickly said, “It's not what you think. It's impossible for me to meet Callen. I have something to say to you."

"If you see me, I must see you? "

This question made me stunned. I sighed and said, "It's your business whether you want to see me or not. Anyway, I will wait for you in the cafe."

This is what I saw on the phone. Sitting in a coffee shop, I never understood what Maisy meant. Why did she say that we were together as long as we wanted to?

"If I remember correctly, it seems that I have no contact with Callen after the divorce. At most, Callen was still a little entangled with me some time ago, but I always refused to keep a distance from him. Why did he have such a big opinion of me?"

They waited until nine o'clock at seven o'clock, but Maisy still didn't show up.

"Excuse me, do you need a toast?" the waiter asked.

I looked down at the coffee in my hand. Because I didn't like coffee, I didn't move at all. I slowly took a sip, but it became cold.

"No need. Thank you." I nodded and smiled.

The cafe was closed in the early morning, which meant that I still had a few hours to wait. I believed that as long as I could meet with Maisy, the problem would be solved.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Maisy still didn't show up. My heart slowly cooled down.

Just as I was thinking about what to do next, the wind at the door of the restaurant rang again, and a tall figure appeared in front of me. I saw Maisy standing at the table in a white down jacket, looking at me expressionlessly.