Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 25

The silence in the car is inexplicably nerve-wracking, and I fidget in the passenger seat.

At first I thought it was one million, and I fell into despair because I could never make that much money. In order not to live in fear, I turned to Harrison.

But things have changed because of today's accident.

When the car stops, Harrison turns around to look at me. "Can spilled milk be gathered up?"

I look at him without saying a word.

I know what he means. I don’t know what he's up to, but my gut tells me he's not gonna let me off the hook.

His cell phone rings. I look at his side face, and the discontent in my heart has reached its zenith. We made a deal, but we don't have the same information. This is unfair.

"The man's only gone for a while. He'gonna check in with his boss and come back for you," Harrison says.

I raise my head and look at him with a frown. "Then why didn't you give him all the money?"

"Am I supposed to tell you that?" His cold

voice is full of indifference.

I'm a little shocked.

It's probably because he has been so gentle that I forgot he was my creditor. I'm in no position to ask him anything. It's killing me to know that.

Harrison doesn't need to explain to me. Whether it's one million or 100 grand, it's his money. I don't deserve to ask him for anything.

I feel as if there were a stone in my heart, which makes it difficult for me to breathe.

About half an hour later, Harrison pulls up to a shop. "You're coming with me to a banquet tonight."

"Why?" I ask subconsciously.

He doesn't answer and directly get off the car. I follow him and walk into the shop.

It's a makeup shop. I watched my prosaic face become exquisitely beautiful through makeup.

Harrison changed into a black suit, which makes him look more trim.

He walks behind me, stops, and places his hands on both sides of my chair. I look in the mirror and see him bend over my shoulder.

My body freezes. "Would you like to rest for a while?"

When I was asking, I was ready to stand up, but he presses on my shoulders and chuckles. "You are like a mouse seeing a cat."

"But you're not a cat, and I'm not a mouse," I reply flatly.

Since he doesn't allow me to leave, I'll just sit in the same place and communicate with him. But I'm still upset about what he said in the car.

I don't think it's unreasonable for me to call off the deal. As an ordinary woman, I'd like to stay away from a big shot like him with black cards.