Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel 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.