Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)
Chapter 42

"Today, I heard people talking about us in the tea room. I think you should know it." I tell Sean about what happened in the tea room.

I'm just saying that to keep him away from me. I don't want to make things more embarrassing.

And I do have been getting a little too close to him lately. Everything would be fine if he was not married. But now, I almost become a home wrecker in people's eyes.

I never realized I could be that charming. Every time I get close to a guy, people think I'm hitting on him. That's ridiculous.

I'm not Marilyn Monroe, am I?

Sean doesn't say anything. I acquiesce that he agreed with me, so I feel relieved.

I don't want to be his enemy, not do I want to ruin his family.

"Goodbye." The car stops at my community. I'm gonna open the door and get out.

However, I fail. Looks like he's locked the door. "Sean, open the door."

"I want to have a good talk with you." His voice is calm.

I sit up straight and look ahead calmly. "I think I've made myself clear. Your wife is pregnant, so you should spend more time with her. How sad she'd be if she knew the rumors about us?" "She won't! I won't let her know that!" Sean retorts excitedly.

My heart sinks. Harrison's words flash across my mind: Stay away from Sean.

He grabbed my hand before I respond. "Chelsea, I've liked you since school. I was too young so I didn't tell you. After all these years, I thought I'd forgotten you, but the moment I saw your resume, I knew I hadn't."

"When I knew you were married, I went to a bar and got drunk, regretting not telling you how I felt. But now you're single! This is my second chance from God!"

"So?" There are no ups and downs in my heart.

He puts my hand in his chest. I hate it but I can't pull back my hand. If he weren't my classmate, I would have beaten him up!

He looks at me with disgusting eyes. "Chelsea, I'll do anything if you agree to be with me." "What about your wife?"

"Please don't mention that woman. I married her because she used to be beautiful and capable, but she became a different person after we got married. She stopped wearing makeup and working right after she got pregnant. Doesn't she know how hard it is to raise a family alone?" He complains with a disgusted expression.

His words remind me of my marriage. I stopped wearing makeup after marrying Callen and cooked for him every day after work.

Then I got pregnant and resigned at his request. What happened next were induced labor and divorce.

Sean's just like Callen.

Perhaps my eyes scare him. He tentatively asks, "Chelsea, just tell me if you want anything."

"My ex-husband is the same as you. I wonder how he lied to another woman." I chuckle.

Sean can't stay calm any more. He tightly hugs me and ignores my struggle."Chelsea, I like you. It's okay if you don't want to be with me. Let's be friends and comfort each other, okay?"

I don't struggle or answer this question.

He slowly lets go of me and asks, "You agreed?"

"Keep dreaming." I look up and say.

He's probably frightened by my eyes. After a while, he says with a tough attitude, "Don't forget I gave you this job. Isn't it enough? What did I do wrong?"

"You're wrong because you cheated on your wife, b*stard!" I sneer. "If you want, you can ask my boss to fire me. I'm not afraid of anything."

"Just you wait!"

Ignoring his threat, I snap. "Open the door!"

I've already made up my mind. If he doesn't open the door, I'll call the police or slap the door to draw attention. But he's quite clever. He quickly opens the door and I get out of the car without hesitation. At the moment when I get off, I look at him with disappointment. "You've changed a lot."

After that, I close the door and turn to leave. He drives away.

At this moment, I have mixed feelings. Does growing up mean that we are no longer kind and simple?

I lost my appetite because of it. My mother keeps asking me what happened, but I choose not to tell her anything. Rolling on the bed, deserted by sleep, I suddenly want to call someone. Then I think of Harrison.

It startles me. I never called him except the night I asked him for a loan.

Should I call him and see what he is doing? Will I disturb him or even piss him off? And then I remember that he always calls me at the wrong time, but he never says sorry.

With self-consolation, I dial his number.

Waiting for the call to come through makes my heart race. There are two people within me. One tells me to hang up, and the other tells me to be brave and wait for the call to get through. At last the telephone is connected, while I'm in a state of agitation. When I'm just about to say something, I hear a sweet voice. "Harrison is taking a bath. He'll call you back later."