Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)
Chapter 335

Harrison seemed to be gently stroking my hair, but he accidentally pulled my hair and hurt me. I took a deep breath and held back my breath, but he seemed to have noticed my pain. When I looked up, he had

already retracted his hand.

I looked at him and muttered, "Shall we go back?"

He looked at me meaningfully, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Such an attitude made me very uneasy. Compared with Harrison now, I prefer Harrison, who was happy or angry before.

While I was thinking about how to say it, Louie, who was standing behind Harrison, said. He laughed at himself and said, "Shouldn't you come to see me off today?"

"... No, that's right. Harrison and I came to see you off." I paused and then answered with a smile.

The conversation with Harrison just now made me completely ignore Louie's existence. In other words, from the moment Harrison appeared, there was no one else in my eyes.

Harrison still stood face to face with me and never turned around. I couldn't figure out what he meant, but I didn't want Louie, who was about to leave, to be too embarrassed. So I had to explain with a lame excuse, "It's getting late. Get ready to get on the plane. We have to go back to work."

"Yes, I'm ready to board," Louie said.

"I have to make a call when I get off the plane. When I get there, I'd better take care of myself. If I have nothing to do, I'll call back. I'm sure..."

Halfway through his sentence, Harrison, who was standing opposite me, suddenly put his arm around my shoulder and stood beside me. "There are so many relatives and friends around him. It's none of your business to worry about him, isn't it?"

I looked at him speechlessly and then smiled awkwardly at Louie.

Thinking about it, I was also very depressed. When Harrison did not show up, I still thought that he could stand beside me and face Louie with me, but now he really came, which made the three of us feel embarrassed.

"Of course she needs to worry." Louie answered Harrison without hesitation.

As I expected, Harrison's face grew darker and darker.

Harrison lowered his head and chuckled. Then he looked up and said to Louie, "You can rest assured that Chelsea will put all her energy on me in the future. She won't have time to worry about you." "Are you sure?" Louie asked expressionlessly.

"I don't need anyone to question my words."

As soon as Harrison finished speaking, Louie did not respond. Instead, he looked at me, who was standing aside, and looked at me with worried eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked cautiously.

"If there is any grievance in the future, you can come to me at any time," Louie said.

I was about to nod when I was blocked by someone. Harrison, who was standing beside me, covered my eyes with his hands. I struggled and asked, "What are you doing?" "Be good. Don't move," Harrison whispered in my ear.

The voice was like a curse. When I heard it, I stood still and let go of his hand that covered my eyes.

I felt a little uneasy because I couldn't feel the light, especially when I couldn't hear their voices. If Harrison hadn't covered my eyes with his hands, I might have thought that they were talking without me. After an unknown period of time, I finally heard Harrison say, "What you're worried about will never happen."

"Is this considered a guarantee?" Louie asked.

"If you think it's a guarantee, then it's a guarantee," Harrison replied.

After a pause of a few seconds, Louie said in a low and doubtful tone, "You'd better explain these words to her later."

"Chelsea, goodbye."

I couldn't see Louie only hear him say goodbye to me. I patted Harrison's hand to signal him to let go, but he didn't move at all like a stone. In the end, I was so angry that I raised my high heels and stepped hard on his feet.

But when I opened my eyes and looked around, I didn't see Louie. It seemed that he really left.

"He will come back in the future. It's not that I can't see him," Harrison said coldly in my ear.

I glared at him and said grumpily, "We're just friends. Do you have to do this? Why are you covering my eyes with your hands? Don't you think it's childish?"

"Since he's a friend, why are you still angry with me because of him?" Harrison frowned.

"It's fine if I didn't say that, but now I'm full of anger. Am I just angry?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. After two or three seconds, I opened my eyes. "Harrison, you still haven't figured out why you are angry? Do you think that the problem between us was caused by Louie?"

Harrison paused and looked away. "There's no one else except him."

However, his action made me think that he was guilty. As for what guilty conscience was, he and I knew it very well, but we didn't expose each other. But now I didn't intend to continue the riddle, which was a waste of time for me.

"volunteered die." When I said these two words, I obviously saw a different emotion flashing in Harrison's eyes.

These two simple words made my heart ache, and I almost couldn't breathe. The hands hanging on both sides of my body were clenched into fists, and I could still feel the nails sinking into my flesh, but I didn't feel pain at all.

Harrison suddenly held my hand. I was about to struggle subconsciously when he stopped me. "Do you want your hand to bleed?"

Hearing this, I was a little stunned. I looked down and saw the dark purple nails marks on my palms one by one.

Somehow, I sighed.

"Now you know it hurts?" Harrison looked at me with blame.

I smiled and replied, "It's nothing compared to the pain in my heart."

"What's wrong with you?" Harrison held my hand and looked at me in confusion.

Harrison didn't seem to be pretending. He really didn't know what he was angry about, let alone what he was sad about. Thinking of this, I had a feeling that from beginning to end, it was a one-horned play, very sad...

I don't know if it's because Harrison is too dazzling, or because our state is too similar to that of a TV drama, more and more people in the airport are looking at us.

I hated the feeling of being stopped to watch, so I said to Harrison wearily, "Let's get in the car first."

Harrison didn't say much. He grabbed my waist and walked out.

When he held me in his arms, I struggled to get rid of him or let him go. I believed that as long as I told him, Harrison would never object. But in the end, I did not open my mouth or pull his hand away, and let him disappear in front of everyone like a prince.

But he's a prince, and I'm not necessarily a princess...