Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 89

There's no doubt that I'm not equal to Harrison.

I want him to help me, but if he doesn't want to, I can't help it. Does he really not care that I almost got raped?

Harrison stops stroking my hair and lowers his head to look at me.

I try to hold back my tears, but I can't. Seeing him makes me feel even worse. I almost forgot I just dodged a bullet.

The moonlight shines on his cold face.

He kisses my eyes, gently drains my tears, then slowly kisses my lips.

I clench my hands and my body goes stiff. It's been a long night, and I'm exhausted. I just want to be loved by this man now.

Even if we can't end up together, he belongs to me now. Carpe Diem. At this moment, I put all the things that had been bothering me behind me. The things that have always mattered don't seem to matter anymore.

I put my hands on his neck and enjoy his tender kiss. He acts like I'm his treasure. Then I gradually lost my consciousness and

my body went limp...

It's already the next morning when I open my eyes. I look around and realize it's Harrison's house.

"You're awake."

I keep lying on the bed and ask, "When did you bring me here?"

"Someone pounced on me and fainted with excitement before a proper kiss. I was afraid something might happen to her, so I brought her here."

A shadow of smile touches his mouth as he walks to the bed.

My face is burning, and I try to explain, "I pounced on you because the big bad wolf was chasing me. I fainted because I was in a state of shock."

"Aren't you worried that I'm also a big bad wolf?" he asks.

Staring at him in silence, I speak indifferently, "You may be the wolf, but I'm not the lamb."

Even if I was a lamb, I wouldn't be the one he wanted. I know myself well.

No wolf likes a lamb left over from another wolf.

At this moment, I'm especially regretful. I shouldn't have thrown myself into his arms

when I saw him. I'd rather he didn't show up than know I almost got raped.

"Don't you want to know what happened between Callen and me?" I take the initiative to ask him.

He raises his eyebrow and seems to be very surprised. "This is your privacy."

"What if I want to tell you?" I ask again.

Does he not want to know, or does he not care? I wish he'd make me tell him what happened last night, because it shows he still cares about me.

But that's just my wishful thinking. He shrugs with a smile and changes the subject.