Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 318

Sitting on the sofa and looking at the dark room, I was so clear- headed that I filtered everything that had happened in the past two days in my mind.

Sienna said that what I said was right. It was because I slowly lost myself in my relationship with Harrison, and I forgot all the sufferings I had suffered before. So when I saw Abbie with him, I was still looking for reasons for him.

"My character is obviously not like this. I should have rushed up and slapped him, and then questioned him about my status. How could I leave so easily?"

The belief I persisted in and the vow that I would never treat myself shabbily. It was as if a gust of wind had swept past and disappeared without a trace...

I could feel that Harrison, who was entering the door, stopped behind me and said in a low voice, "What are you doing sitting here without turning on the light?"

”1 just want to be alone for a while," I replied.

Harrison moved his feet and slowly walked to my side. Then I felt his palm touching my long hair again and again, which was very rhythmic.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked softly.

"I've already eaten it," he said.

"Oh."

The simple word was my answer. At this time, I couldn't think of any other answer.

In fact, it was good. Everyone had their own living space, so they didn't have to restrict their freedom and friends for each other. It was good, really good.

"But why do I still feel uncomfortable in my heart in such a good way? My eyes are sore and I want to cry."

I resisted the urge to cry and swallowed my saliva. I forced a smile and looked at him. "It's getting late. Do you want to live here?"

Harrison looked at me quietly and said nothing.

Looking up at him, she kept her head up and looked at him, trying to maintain the most beautiful smile she thought was natural.

Just when my body was numb and my smile was about to collapse, Harrison finally opened his mouth and said, "Why don’t you ask me?"

"What do you want to know?" I muttered.

"Why did you eat with Abbie today? Why didn't you make it clear in the restaurant? Why didn't you stand by your side? Why didn't you care about your feelings and so on? You can ask me all these."

Listening to him say such a bunch of words, the doubts and unwillingness in my heart suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't find any trace of them.

I shook my head with a smile and said frankly, "Even if I ask you these questions, will you really tell me everything without hiding anything?"

"Then do you want to know?" He asked me again.

"Before answering your question, I just want to know if you will tell me." I insisted.

The reason why I persisted was that I was worried that I would ask. If I really did, and then he told me that I was sorry, what should I do then?

"I'm sorry" meant that there were too many meanings. Sometimes, I really felt sorry, but sometimes it was a different kind of rejection. I was afraid that Harrison was the latter.