Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 83

Without speaking, he looks at me in the eye.

His calm expression adds to my anger. I feel furious, upset and sad.

I don't know when we started hurting and torturing each other. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks this way. As a man, he should enjoy what he just did.

Shouldn't he?

I look at him and ask with a smile, "Mr. Stewart, you want to bang me here?"

He looks at me without saying a word.

I believe he can tell that my tone is full of sarcasm. I don't care if he will get mad.

But he just keeps silent. I past him to leave, but he pulls me back.

I shake off his hand and ask angrily, "What do you want? We're strangers now. Why can't you just let me go?"

As I speak, my tears flow down my cheeks.

He raises his hand to my collar. I want to dodge, but I can't. I look down at his long fingers, only to find he's buttoning me.

I feel flustered again. With mixed feelings, I

wonder which one of him is the real him, the one who almost raped me or the one who is tenderly buttoning me now?

Or does he have two personalities?

"All right," he says.

His voice calms me down. Looking into his eyes, I ask in a soft voice, "Harrison, what do you want?"

"Let's go."

He takes my hand and walks forward.

Standing next to him, I don't seem to hear any sounds around me, nor do I feel the crazy joy of others.

When we get back, I draw my hand back from his. Ignoring Sienna's gossiping eyes, I drink my cocktail up.

"Chelsea," Sienna whispers in my ear, "What's going on with you and him?"

"Who?" I pretend not to understand what she meant.

She stares at me. "Stop plying dumb. I saw your hands together. Are you dating Harrison?"

"No. You misread."

"Come on, do you think I am a fool? I know you too well. You never let anyone touch you."

Her words amused me.

Even I don't know myself very well. And I'm not sure I'm the same person I used to be.

I keep silent, so Sienna asks again, "Tell me. Are you dating Harrison?"

"Of course no." I look at her and explain, "He held my hand because the bar was too crowded and he was afraid I'd get lost."

"Also, Louie held my hand, too."

Sienna looks at me and then at Harrison. I continue to drink, because I don't want them to see the tears from my eyes.

It's getting late and I want to go home. Sienna tried to keep me, but she failed because I said that seeing her with Jonah would remind me of myself as a poor single woman.

I know I'm not supposed to say this to her, but it's exactly how I feel. I can't help myself.

Sienna offered to give me a ride, but I refused. I promise again and again that I'll be safe to take a cab home, and I want to be alone.

Standing at the door of the bar, I ask, "Where is your car?"

No one answers me. A few minutes later, a commercial car stops in front of me. This is the car Harrison was driving when we first met. That night, he said he'd help me out.

A lot's happened in the last few months. My feelings for him went from resistance to dependence.

Time can really change a person. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I open the door, get on the car, and fasten the seat belt. As he starts the car, I look forward and say, "To your villa."

I can't see his expression, but he must be very surprised. However, he doesn't take me to his villa. Instead, he stops at the gate of my community.

I sit in the passenger seat, without saying a word. We just sit quietly in the car.

Luckily, it's late, and the neighborhood's pretty empty. The trees on either side of the road are swaying in the wind.

"Chelsea..."

"You don't have to say anything. I don't want to hear it." I interrupt him.

He tilts his head and looks at me, no longer saying anything.

I don't know what I want now. I just feel annoyed, anxious, and irritable. But if I lose my temper, I will definitely bust into tears.

I thought if I pretended to be calm, I wouldn't cry, but I was wrong. In a short time, tears are trickling down my cheeks as I sob silently.

It's really embarrassing. I cry again in his presence. He must be despising me or even laughing at me inside.

While I'm thinking randomly, he holds my face with both hands.

"I'm not crying for you. I just feel awful." I explain with a forced smile.

He gazes at me without saying anything.

I feel really uncomfortable. I try to get away from him, but he puts his arm around me, which freezes me.

After thinking for a while, I speak again, "Please let me..."

Out of the blue, he kisses me and stops me from speaking.

If I were still in the bar, I would have resisted, struggled, and stopped him. But now, I just kiss him back.