Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)
Chapter 122

"You live in a villa and live a life that you have never tried. Am I not good enough for you?" Harrison frowned and looked at me. "That's what you think is good, not me." I answered without hesitation. It was probably the best summary for me to leave the villa. This sentence completely cut off the relationship between him and me.

Suddenly, I remembered the night I met him. I met Callen and Maisy in the garden of the banquet. They were reluctant to let me go. If it weren't for Harrison, I might have become the biggest joke that day.

I thought Harrison was the one who could save me, but in the end, he became my accomplice.

Looking at him, I smiled and said, "Remember that you said that you would definitely deal with those who hurt me. Have you done it to this day?"

He looked at me and did not speak.

"Maybe someone will think that I'm unreasonable. Why does Harrison have the responsibility to help me? Why does he have to help me as long as he said so?"

I had no choice but to answer this question, because in my heart, he should have done it. I should have done all the things I had agreed on at that time. If I couldn't do it, why should I ask him for help? Having the initiative, I no longer felt uneasy and worried when I first saw Harrison. Instead, I went around him and sat on the sofa, saying slowly, "Abbie's harm to me is something that I will never forget in my life. If you don't understand, I won't blame you. After all, you are a man."

"Men and women will never have the same result in their eyes. You will never understand what I am sad about."

"Chelsea, is it because I spoil you too much that you slowly forget our relationship?" I pushed Harrison's hand away and said this after a long while.

I picked up the kettle. Before the hot water entered my cup, it had already fallen on the back of my hand. The moment the hot water touched my skin, I subconsciously let out a "ah", and the cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

It was unknown when Harrison was already squatting beside me. He hurriedly held my hand. His originally furrowed brows were now even more tightly knitted together. "What's wrong with you!" He questioned loudly, while I looked at him with a stunned look.

"Now the person who is most sad should be me, and the one who is scalded is me. But what position does Harrison have to shout at me? It doesn't matter if he was bad to me before, but I am injured, why is he still like this?"

A sad emotion instantly spread throughout my whole body. I was soon shrouded in it and burst into tears regardless of anything.

"It's not you who are injured now. You don't have to worry about so many things, let alone shout at me!" I cried.

When I shouted, I could feel Harrison's hand that was pulling me stop. Unfortunately, at this time, I was completely immersed in pain and sadness. I had no time to think about what happened to him. I just wanted to know why I was so unlucky.

Yes, I'm unlucky. I can run into anything, and bad things happen to me. I put my eyes on Harrison and pushed him away.

Without warning, he was pushed to the ground and looked at me in confusion. "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you let me treat you when you were injured? Do you want to leave a scar?"

I looked down at the back of my hand and found that it was all red. I got up and went to the room to rummage through the medicine box. When my mother was still alive, she always put all the daily medicine in her family, saying that she was worried that I would get hurt.

At that time, I always felt that my mother didn't treat me as an adult and that I was a child, because I had quarreled with my mother. Now that I thought about it, I began to understand her.

"If I don't get used to living alone, I won't be on guard against others. Even if I have suffered from Callen and my past, I still don't have a good memory. Maybe my mother is worried about my personality, so whether I go to work or at home, she will ask me not to have conflicts with others, for fear that I will suffer losses."

Wasn't he at a disadvantage now?

He just pushed Harrison, and the hot water directly poured on the back of his hand. Thinking of the burnt back of his hand, I felt that the burnt part was hot and painful, burning.

"Put your hands into the refrigerator so that it can be relieved!" Harrison said worriedly behind me.

I ignored him and continued flipping through the first aid kit. Harrison stood beside me and said, "If you don't listen to me, I'll send you straight to the hospital!"

As soon as I finished my sentence, I happened to replace a medicine for bums. I quickly opened it and applied it to the place where it was scalded, and a cool feeling instantly spread.

After I finished applying the medicine, I turned to look at Harrison and asked, "Take me to the hospital? A mental hospital?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I chuckled and went back to the sofa. Looking at the wound, I blew on it and said, "It's the literal meaning. I asked you if you were going to send me to a mental hospital. I remember that I read the news that it was designed to make others enter a mental hospital, and then the man never came out again."

I tilted my head and looked at Harrison. His face was very ugly, but my mood was surprisingly good. "You are rich and powerful, so you don't care about the rules. So it should be very simple to send me to a mental hospital, right?"

He didn't answer me and slowly walked over to me. The burn, which should have been fine. was starting to hurt again. I even felt cold sweat on my forehead.

"Am I like this in your eyes?" he asked.

I forced a smile and said, "You should think that I am a good student. You taught me these things before. Can you think this way?" "Use it on me. You're really capable."

"I still have to thank you. Without your careful guidance, I wouldn't have thought of these problems." I sincerely thanked him.

I must truly thank him, thank him for teaching me what I didn't understand before, as well as the level I couldn't reach in my whole life.

He bent down and raised my chin, forcing me to face him face to face. "Is just a verbal thanks enough?"

"If I remember correctly, you slept more than once, didn't you? Isn't that enough for my education?" I stared at him in surprise.

"It's different. That's what you should do." Harrison continued to lower his head and stopped a centimeter away from me. As long as he moved a little further, our lips would be deeply pressed together.

I didn't dodge, nor did I kiss him. They kept their eyes on each other.

Harrison had always been a good man in my heart. No matter how he treated others, at least in my short 30 years of life, he treated me the best except for my mother and Sienna. This was my greatest honor to know him.

But it was this man who made me feel honored that pushed me to the edge of the storm again and again and almost made me fall into the abyss.