Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)
Chapter 114

The look in Auntie Wang's eyes was complicated. It was probably the look of pity and disgust.

"Chelsea, I said that because I watched you grow up. It doesn't matter if you don't think I'm good to you, as long as you don't cry in front of me in the future."

When saying this, I could clearly feel that her tone was very heavy. She seemed to hate me for not being able to live up to her expectations.

It didn't matter if it was someone else, but things would be different if it was me. In fact, I thought I had done something wrong, not to mention that I just fainted to check my body. Why did she say that I didn't like to be bullied by a jerk?

Moreover, it was as if I would regret it if I didn't listen to her.

I chuckled. "Aunt Wang, I'm telling you the truth. You don't believe me. There's no way I can continue like this."

"You!" Auntie Wang's face darkened.

He turned around and said to Louie before he left. Then he looked at Auntie Wang and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first. After all, I haven't been home for so long and I still have to do some cleaning."

I paid no more attention to what Auntie Wang said afterward. Not only did I ignore her, but I did not even care about her in the future. People in the real world were the same. No matter what the truth was, they always liked to look at others with a sense of justice.

Instead of living in the eyes of others, I prefer to make myself happy.

I stopped and turned to look at Louie. "Here we are. Will you go back first?"

"I'll watch you enter," he said.

I had no choice but to unlock the door and turn around. "Can we leave now?"

Hearing my words, Louie burst out laughing. "Are you so afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

"If you're not afraid of me, what do you mean by this posture?" Louie pointed at me and asked.

I was stunned for a moment. Then I looked down and saw that I was holding the door with one hand. My body was basically inside. I half closed the door and looked at him warily, for fear that he would rush in. I even had the feeling that as long as he rushed in, I would immediately hit him.

I smiled awkwardly, but I still didn't let go of the door. "This is my habit. Be careful when you go back."

"Be careful about what?" he asked.

In fact, I really wanted to roll my eyes, but for the sake of him helping me, I endured it and answered, "Be careful on the way, this is just a courtesy. You usually say that."

"Then why don't you invite me in?"

His words made me stunned. I didn't know if he really didn't understand what I meant or he didn't want to understand what I meant. He had obviously seen me again, and he even asked me if I could invite him in. Was there something wrong with him?

Considering Harrison's matter, I really didn't want to have anything to do with any man, so I refused decisively.

"No," I said seriously, "I'm the only one at home. It's not convenient to invite you in."

Originally, he thought that Louie would continue to persuade him until he agreed to let him in. However, it turned out that he had thought too much because Louie did not bring up this idea again.

He stood at the door and looked at me for a few seconds. Then he turned around and seemed to leave.

Although I was relieved, I still felt a little uncomfortable. But this idea was quickly ignored by me. I lowered my head and closed the door, ready to leave. "Chelsea."

Just as I was about to close the door, a voice suddenly stopped me. I stopped subconsciously, opened the door again, and looked at Louie in confusion. "What?" "Do you have a job?" he asked.

I shook my head and said softly, "It's not easy for me to replace a job at my age. I've been a vagrant for a long time."

"Do you like work?" he continued to ask.

Although I was more confused, I still answered, "There seems to be no need to be picky. It's good enough to have my company."

"I see." Louie smiled and said, "Go back and rest early. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Closing the door and leaning against the back of the door, I let out a sigh of relief, but somehow I felt irritated.

For some reason, I felt that I was at a disadvantage, as if I was looked down upon at any time. Aunt Wang, who was behind Harrison, and

Louie, who had left, always hurt me with the so-called care.

I should thank them. If they hadn't hurt me again and again, I wouldn't be so powerful now.

Since I left Harrison, I hoped that my future life would be better and better. As long as it was better and better, it would not be a problem in the future. I believed that my future life would be better. Maybe in the next moment, I would meet someone who shared the same view and accompany him for the rest of my life.

"I didn't expect you to be so reluctant to part with that man." The man's cold voice rang in the room, making people want to tremble.

I subconsciously looked at where the voice came from. Although I couldn't see his face, I could tell from his back and voice that Harrison was right.

"Why are you here?" I suppressed my shock and excitement and asked calmly.

"To see how impatient you are to leave me." He said coldly.

His words hurt my heart, but I didn't argue with him hysterically. "I can't wait. I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Even though I am not with you, you are still living a good life, right?" He walked up to me and asked word by word.

I just haven't seen him for a few days, but at this moment, I seem to be separated from him for a long time.

Seeing his face, she felt so familiar but strange.

I chuckled, looked at him and said indifferently, "Harrison, it's said that we have nothing to do with each other. How can you never do it?"

His eyes met mine, but he didn't answer me.

"Do you like me?" Thinking of such a possibility, my heart skipped a beat. "Harrison, do you like me by pestering me like this?"

If it was in the past, I wouldn't have asked such a question. This wasn't my style, and it wasn't something Harrison would have done. In fact, I wasn't sure what had happened during this period of time that made us get along with each other like this.

They were ambiguous, and their relationship was broken. These words were our real situation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Harrison laughed. He stepped forward and looked at me sarcastically. "Chelsea, did I make you misunderstand?"

"Misunderstanding? There are too many things that you made me misunderstand."

"You want to leave me because you found that you have a different feeling for me?" he asked.

My heart ached, and then I chuckled. "Do you know what's the most different between men and women?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me in confusion.

"Men value the body, but women value feelings. But if there is a conflict between them, it will definitely be cut in half."

Using such a straightforward method to compare us, I just wanted to let Harrison understand the gap between us, and I hoped that he would not waver my heart. It was really tiring to make such a decision.