Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 223

The two familiar voices were none other than Abbie and Harrison.

My heart trembled, and I unconsciously walked inside. I was still wondering if I had heard wrongly, or if Abbie had been pestering Harrison again. But soon, the two figures hugging each other came into my sight.

He had thought that he would run up to Abbie and give her a hard slap, telling her that Harrison wouldn't even be able to be friends in the future, just like how he treated his mistress and the scumbag on TV. However, no matter what the outcome was, he would never swallow his anger like he did back then.

It's true. I thought I would do that.

But in fact, the moment I saw them, the panic in my heart disappeared. I slowly walked over and said calmly as if I was greeting a friend, "You should go home after work, but do you have anything else to deal with?"

In the first place, Abbie hugged Harrison one-sidedly, while Harrison stood rooted to the ground like a block of wood.

Perhaps he had rejected her, but this kind of rejection wasn’t a big deal in front of Abbie at all. That was why Abbie had been so unscrupulous. She had even dared to provoke me after I appeared.

"It can be seen that we haven't settled the problem, so we should have some self-awareness," Abbie said rudely.

Letting go of Harrison's hand, Abbie looked at me with a smug smile, probably because she saw that he didn't want to interfere in our conversation at all.

However, this smile was not harmful to me at all. After all, I was her elder sister at her age. How could I be angry because of this little action? The words she said, I just thought that she was childish.

"There are some women who have always liked to provoke other people's men, so everyone calls them a mistress. But in my opinion, Miss Ling is not such a person."

"Who are you calling a mistress?" Abbie's shrill voice echoed throughout the parking lot.

Harrison frowned. It was probably because he disliked Abbie's shrew- like appearance that he looked into my eyes. From the look in my eyes, I could tell that he had asked me to deal with her as soon as possible.

After receiving the news, I felt a little relieved, but the next moment, I was not satisfied. "Why should I deal with such a mess? It's obviously his business. What does it have to do with me?" After thinking about it, I decided to put it aside and let Harrison stay to clean it up.

I deliberately turned around and looked around the parking lot. I pretended to be disappointed and said, "If an outsider sees you like this, it will have a bad effect. Besides, Harrison is still here."

Sure enough, as soon as my voice fell, Abbie realized that there was something wrong with her tone. She quickly turned to Harrison and said, "Brother Harrison, I'm just angry. How can she say that I'm her mistress?"

As she spoke, she looked like she was about to cry.

To be honest, I really wanted to go up and ask Abbie. She didn't look like a mistress at all. I knew very well that Harrison and I were currently in a relationship, and we were still entangled in the parking lot. If it were someone else, they might have gone up and slapped her.

Thinking of this, I suddenly smiled. Maybe she just seized the opportunity to wait for me to come over, and then went up to slap her in front of Harrison to cry and complain, but I didn't expect that I would be so stupid.

"You're not a mistress," Harrison said flatly.

Hearing this, I couldn't laugh anymore. On the contrary, Abbie was so happy that she gave me a proud look.

Harrison continued to say lightly, "The mistress is in love with the mistress behind her lover's back, and her wife is in love with the mistress. But it's obvious that I don't love you."

These words directly showed the relationship between him and Abbie, as well as the relationship between him and his lover. They were easy words, but they gave me peace of mind and gave Abbie a fatal blow, because I saw that Abbie's face was pale.

After saying that, Harrison walked to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "You don't want to show me your identity, do you?"