Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 80

I explain to Louie in a hurry, "I didn't follow them. I was walking by when I got bumped into the room."

What an unlucky day! I went to the bathroom, and then all hell broke loose.

"Don't worry. I believe you."

Louie's lips curl into a smile as he speaks gently to me.

I gradually relax. Thank God he believes me. I don't care if he's telling the truth. We're strangers anyway.

But the whore speaks again, "What a hypocritical society. Some people are full of lies."

"You tell me!" Another whore adds, "Some people are not only liars but also shameless."

They're obviously targeting me. I don't want to argue with them, so I say, "Just so we're clear, I'm different from you guys. I came here with my friend!"

"Then where's your friend?"

These whores are laughing their heads off, which makes me really upset. Everyone in the room is whispering. I can't hear them, but I

know they're talking about me.

No matter what, I feel that I should make this matter clear so that they can't slander me!

I take a step forward. I want to tell them to check the security footage, but someone behind me holds my arm.

It's Louie. I look at him in confusion.

"I'll walk you out," he says.

Before we leave, I heard him say to others, "Get these women out of here."

I walk out of the room and the world becomes noisy again. I wonder what he meant when he said that to his friend.

"What are you thinking?"

I tilt my head and see Louie walking beside me. I stop and say, "That's it. My friend is waiting for me not far away."

"It's okay. Let's me take you to her. Bars are too dangerous," he explains with a smile.

Now, in the bright light, I finally see his face clearly. He's handsome.

And he exudes warmth and refinement like polished jade.

There is a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. Thinking of how he helped me just now, I believe he's a gentleman.

He should be a career man because he's wearing a suit. I used to think Harrison was the only one who wore a suit to a bar. 'D*mn it, why am I thinking about Harrison again? Get out of my head!"

After thinking for a while, I ask him, "Do you really believe me?"

"What?" he asks.

Maybe the music was so loud that he didn't hear me clearly. 'Forget it. We're just strangers, and his opinion doesn't matter to me.'