Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 54

I didn't tell him about this because I didn't want him to know.

But he followed me against my will. What's the difference between that and spying on me?

"Stop," I say coldly.

He ignores me and continues to start the car.

I look to the front and take a deep breath. "I said stop the car!"

Instead of listening to me, he locks the door, making it impossible for me to get off.

"Harrison, can you respect me? Why did you follow me? Do you think I don't deserve my privacy?" I question him loudly.

The more I think about it, the more upset I become. "It was Callen's mother. I went to see her but I didn't want you to know it. Did I do something wrong? I don't need to tell you everything, do I?"

He stops short at the curb and looks at me with no expression.

After looking at him for a few seconds, I burst into tears. It kills me that he doesn't respect me.

I thought he was different and would not look down on me because of my divorce. I didn't sleep with him because he helped me. I slept with him because I wanted to.

But what he did today really let me down. He knew I was hiding something from him, but he followed me anyway.

Did he suspect I was here to see another man? Thinking of this, I feel worse.

"Were you trying to see if I was cheating on you?" I wipe my tears and ask with a sad smile.

He answers with an unhappy face, "You watch too much TV."

"You didn't answer my question. I know you're my boss and I have to listen to you, so I won't cheat on you. But can you please give me a little privacy?" At the moment, I feel sad.

He doesn't say anything.

It makes me think he's feeling guilty. Why do I always get the short end of the stick? I've never met a man who would trust me.

I feel tired and lean back, looking out of the window without saying a word.

"I thought you would be bullied. I guess I was just being paranoid." He suddenly says.

I sneer. "So you followed me because you were concerned about me?"

"Chelsea, can you stop thinking that I have an agenda to be nice to you? I warned you to stay away from Sean and you didn't listen to me. What did you get?"

I lower my head like a deflated balloon. He's right. He did mean well by warning me, but I didn't know it. I'm just too naive.

Neither of us speaks again.

I haven't had a good rest these days, and I just lost my temper, so I feel a little sleepy. When I wake up, the car has stopped. I look at the strange surroundings and ask in confusion, "Where are we?"

"A friend's party," he says.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I say, "Why did you bring me here? I want to go home!"

He reaches out and rubs my hair. "I want my friends to know you."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to see love in his eyes.

"But we're not dating." I dodged his hand.

I'm telling the truth. I don't want to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his friends. It's gonna torture me physically and mentally.

I keep telling myself that I can't fall in love with him. He may be nice to me, but he doesn't love me. I can't afford another breakup. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He replies faintly, "It's just a party."

"Harrison, it's a party for your friends. If you show up with me, they'll think I'm your girlfriend. Is this what you want?" I stare at him with mixed feelings.

He leans cozily against the chair. "It doesn't matter. You just need to stay with me."

"What if they b*tch about me? Your friend Jonah and those women who like you hate me." I feel really helpless. He keeps on helping me and showing up when I'm in trouble, but he is never gonna be my boyfriend.

He's too good for me in the eyes of everyone.

No one is here when we arrive at the private room. I feel uneasy because I'm about to meet his friends soon.

But he's already enjoying the game, as if my uneasiness doesn't matter to him at all. I really don't know why he insisted on bring me here.

After a few minutes of hesitation, I say, "I have a headache. Why don't I take a cab home and you enjoy yourself here?"

"Nope." He puts his hand on mine and says in a low voice.

His palm is so big that it completely covers my hand.

After thinking for a while, I speak softly, "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Chelsea, what are you afraid of?" He looks up at me with a smile.

My face suddenly turns red. "I'm not lying."

"Well, I'll show you." He gets up.

I quickly stop him. "I can find my way. You just stay here and wait for your friends."

Even though he's seen me naked, I'm too embarrassed to go to the bathroom with him.

When I come back, the door of the private room is open. I can faintly hear Harrison's friends talking inside.

I straighten my hair and am about to go in.

"Harrison, what's wrong with you? What's so great about a divorced woman? She's buttering you up like a whore in bed?"