Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

I listen in silence, like an obedient child.

He was always there for me when I was at my most vulnerable. When I was about to do something stupid, he stopped my by hurting himself. I don't know why he did this.

After everything I've been through, I've learned that no one would help me unconditionally. What's owed is owed.

"Harrison, why did you do this?" I ask.

He smiles warmly. "Because I want you."

We get out of the hospital and set off for the police station.

"Are you sure you're okay? I can do it alone." I ask Harrison, who's wearing his seat belt, in a worried tone.

"Yes." Suddenly, he frowns and covers the wound with his hand.

I'm shocked and quickly ask, "What's wrong? Is the wound open? You go back to the hospital and get some rest."

"It's okay, I'm fine." He forces a smile.

"I doubt that. What if your wound gets

infected?" As I say this, I open the car door.

But he pulls me back.

He looks at me weakly. "I'm injured, so just do as I say, okay?"

My heart trembles and I gaze at him through a mist of tears.

I hold back my tears and take his hand. "It's all my fault. What am I gonna do if you..."

"I'll be fine as long as you stay away from my chest."

All of a sudden, my face turns red. I just held his chest and cried. Maybe that's why his wound opened up.

I stop speaking and let him drive me to the police station.

On the way, I learn one thing. When I was in a coma last night, Harrison, Callen, Maisy, and Wendy had already gone to the police station. I thought I would be arrested, but Harrison told me not to worry. He told the police that the argument between us was an emotional one.

And his injury was self-inflicted.

I don't understand how it could have come to this. "How did you convince Maisy and the others? I don't think they would show mercy to me."

"I have my ways," Harrison says with a smile. And then the next minute, he's frowning at the wound.

He's not gonna tell me what is going on, so I stop asking. I decide to ask Callen about this later.

'No, Callen and I are enemies now. If I see him, I might try to kill him again.'

I go to the police station, and Harrison waits for me in the car. He can't show up with me because, according to him, we had an emotional dispute.

In less than an hour, I'm allowed to leave. Before I leave, the police told me not to be impulsive again.

Before I walk out of the police station, I see a familiar man, Callen.

I don't care why he's waiting for me here. Before he sees me, I quickened my pace and tried to leave.

"Chelsea!"

D*mn it, he still saw me! He stands in front of me and holds my hand with a caring look on his face. "I'm so glad you're fine. I've been worried about you all the time. I didn't sleep last night." "Are you worried I'm not dead or arrested?" I pull back my hand and say mockingly, "Callen, you really make me sick."

Why is he still looking at me with that smile on his face? How can he be so shameless?

No wonder he went with Maisy to my mother's funeral. I thought they were sorry for her death, but they were actually feeling guilty.

I wonder what they were thinking when they were standing in front of my mother's coffin. Did they feel any remorse at all?

Callen stops me again and says eagerly, "You should know me well. Mom was so nice to me. Do you think I would hurt her?"

"She's my mom, not yours! You don't deserve to call her Mom!" I look at him angrily.

"On the day of her death, you and Maisy went to my house. If someone hadn't seen this, I wouldn't have known about it. If you didn't hurt her, why didn't you tell me this before?"

I'm not an idiot. I have my own judgment about the truth. I won't believe Callen at all.

Callen lowers his head without saying anything. I think it's a sign of feeling guilty.

Ignoring him, I walk away and see Harrison waiting for me at the door. I'm stunned for a moment and then smile at him.

"Why didn't you stay at the car?" I ask.

He glances at Callen and says in a low voice, "Stay away from him."

I wanted to explain that I was drawing a line under Callen, but I end up just nodding my head.

We got into the car and Callen didn't follow us. I don't know where he went, and I don't care.

"Go home?" Harrison asks.

I pause as I fasten my seat belt, then I ask, "Can we go to your place?"

He doesn't answer my question. I feel very embarrassed.

In order to save myself from embarrassment, I pretend to be cool. "I just don't want to be at my place alone. If it's not okay with you, I can go to the hotel."

But I really wish him to say yes.

Harrison suddenly lifts my chin with one hand and looks into his eyes. Kissing my lips, he says, "Welcome to my place."