Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 70

Harrison brings me back to his villa, at my request.

I don't want to go back to my house, because it keeps me reminding me that I'm alone.

It will kill me.

Harrison's the only one who can keep me warm now. He saved me from pain.

When we arrive at his villa, he suggests me to take a bath.

I don't quite like this proposal. "At this time, you should have suggested me to have a good rest. If you don't like my dirt, I can rest on the couch."

I sit directly on the couch, unwilling to move.

"Then I'll go." As he says this, he takes off his shirt, revealing a large piece of gauze.

I quickly stop him. "You're injured! Do you want to die so badly?"

"The bath is ready. I don't want to waste it."

He said it with a serious face. If I didn't know how rich he was, I would believe him.

Does a guy with a black card care about his water bill? Isn't he forcing me to take a

shower?

I'm so angry that I laugh. "Fine, fine. I'll take a shower, okay? Now you go there and sit down!"

Hearing this, Harrison gives a smile.

Sitting in the bathtub, I feel really comfortable. My whole body relaxes, every pore opens up.

Gently closing my eyes, a lot of people come to my mind. The first one is Callen.

I met him on a blind date arranged by my mother when I was fresh out of college. We had a crush on each other, so we got married soon after.

Wendy didn't like me at first, but I was still nice to her. I thought she was gonna be nice to me after I had a baby. This idea almost ruined my life.

I always thought Callen cheated on me because he thought I was having a girl. But based on what he and Maisy said last night, they were having an affair earlier than I thought.

I can't believe my ex-husband, who I trusted so much, was cheating on me while telling me he loved me.

The more I think about it, the more suffocated I feel. My body slowly slides down and I'm completely submerged in water. Physical pain relieves the pain in my heart.

When I finally can't hold it in any longer and pop out of the water, I meet Harrison's gaze.

I subconsciously cover my boobs, but soon I let it go and allow him to see me naked.

"No more bashfulness?" He chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "You've seen it before anyway."

"I'm glad you remember it."

His words didn't cause a ripple in my heart.

He sits next to the bathtub and gently wipes my back with a wet towel. "You have great skin. You look like a teenage girl."

I chuckle. "Does your heart beat faster when you're lying?"

"Lying?"

"I'm gonna be 30. You think I can compete with teenage girls?"

He continues asking, "Why would I lie? To make you happy?"

This question silenced me. Why does he care about a flippant comment?

I know doesn't have to lie to me or make me happy.

I'm not worth it. If I hadn't slept with him, he might be in the mood to please me. But now he has complete control over me.

I'm no longer worthy of his sweet-talking or his time.

"I'm done," I speak flatly.

He stops wiping my back, leans forward, and whispers in my ear, "If you want my sweet words, just tell me."

He made it sound like I was begging him to care about me. It may be the truth, but it makes me feel bad.

In a world where I'm alone, I need someone to care and love me. Anything he says makes me feel like he cares about me.

I'm really cheap, aren't I?

I'm too upset to calm down. Without thinking, I stand up from the bathtub. I'm completely naked.

There's a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he looks up at me with a blank expression.

"What's wrong?"

His tone is so calm that my glass-like heart aches again.

I look straight into him and ask, "Nothing? You saw me naked and had no reaction?" "How do you think I should react?" Anger fills my heart. I bite my lips and suddenly lower my head to kiss him.

I'm not as good a kisser as he is, but I don't think he can stay calm when a woman kisses him naked and flirts with him.

I'm looking forward to him losing control over his sexuality.

Three minutes went by, and he didn't respond.

I tried to turn him on, but I just failed. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Finally, I give up.

I slowly let go of his lips and speak with a bitter smile, "Look, you didn't even respond to my flirting. I was right. You were just lying to me.

"You know, you don't have to do this. I know myself well, so please stop giving me hope. I don't want to be in too much pain when you leave me."

He frowns and looks unhappy.

After all this time with him, I can tell he's a little angry now.

But why? Shouldn't I be sad and angry?

Suddenly, he puts his hand on the back of my head and presses me against him.