Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Harrison walked up to me, pulled my hand down, and used his hand to gently touch my forehead. His movements were very gentle, so gentle that I almost fell into them. "That's enough," he said.

After this incident, I could feel that Harrison slowed down when he walked, so that I didn't have to work so hard to follow him. There were only the two of us in the transparent glass elevator. In the narrow space, I realized that he had just said something that I couldn't see clearly.

"I'm not blind. I just treat people who shouldn't be friends as friends." Regardless of whether he still remembered it or not, I explained.

Harrison looked at me and the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. "You shouldn't be friends. You don't know who you are, do you understand?"

"I don't believe that you didn't make a mistake."

She blurted out. "What I said is right. No one in the world is right. There has never been a mistake, and I am willing to bear this mistake."

Harrison was facing me, approaching me step by step. I retreated step by step until there was no way to retreat. Leaning against the glass, I felt a chill in my heart.

I caught a glimpse of the elevator and my heart tightened. I subconsciously reached out to grab Harrison's sleeve.

"Where did that stubbornness go?" he teased.

At this time, I was not in the mood to think about these things. "It's okay if I don't see the bottom. I feel like I'm falling down when I see the bottom. By the way, why are we going to such a high place?" "That's the right thing to do." Harrison said vaguely.

If it were other times, I would definitely ask. I didn't have any other advantages. I just liked to ask things to the end. In the past, my mother said that what I talked about every day was the reason. During the whole process of the elevator going up, I had been leaning against Harrison and didn't leave, not only because I was afraid of high merits, but also because I didn't want to leave. It was wonderful to enjoy myself for a while without being disturbed.

After some time, I muttered, "When I saw Callen again, I didn't hate him so much anymore. I didn't want to be immersed in the past life. I had to forget everything that should be forgotten. But they didn't want me to live a good life. They kept pestering me and didn't let me go."

"That time when my mother passed away and went to their house, I almost forgot it, but I never thought that they never forgot it. They still wanted me to give birth to a baby for the Gibbs family. Why? Why do they have to do it if they want me to?"

My heart slowly calmed down. It seemed that I didn't have to work so hard to say what was in my heart.

Harrison didn't interrupt me. To be more precise, he didn't say anything. He quietly listened to me finish my words, and his hand was gently on the back of my hand, afraid of beating me. This reminded me of my mother's sleeping posture when I was a child. It seemed to be the same.

"Ding!"

The elevator stopped and the door slowly opened. Before I could get up completely from Harrison, I was already frightened by the scene in front of me.

There were four or five people standing at the door of the elevator, including men and women. The men were all in black suits, and the women were all in professional dresses. Not only were I frightened, but they were also very surprised. Finally, Harrison asked if they could leave, and everyone slowly dispersed.

Harrison put his arm around my shoulder from the moment we stepped out of the elevator, making sure that I wouldn't fall behind and leave. Usually, I didn't think it was a big deal, but now there were a few people following behind me, and they were looking at me. I suggested in a low voice, "Do you want to put down your hand? It may not be good for us to ignore your subordinates like this." "Don't worry about it."

With just four short words and the hand he put on my shoulder, I really didn't panic, and even my body slowly straightened up.

"Yes, it's Harrison who brought me here, not me. In this case, why should I care so much? It's just a meeting with those people. Do I expect to live in others' minds for a long time with a good image?"

Harrison sent me to a room and then left with the others.

When they left, I could still see a group of people looking at me from time to time. They must be very curious about my identity, right?

However, I was more curious about their curiosity about my identity. I turned back and looked at the room. I was shocked by the scene in front of me. This was not a room at all. It was an office, and the whole wall was made of floor-to-ceiling windows. It seemed that there was absolutely no problem with a hundred people.

In addition to ordinary equipment, the only difference in the office was that there were sports facilities. It seemed that Harrison liked sports.

But that's not the point. What I want to know at the moment is Harrison's identity. What does he do?

There was a knock on the door, and the next second, a secretary came in. "Miss Hodges, these are tea and snacks for you."

"Thank you." I nodded and smiled.

There was no emotion in the secretary's eyes, as if she had known me for a long time. But we had never met before, and her reaction was very different from that of those people just now.

Too many questions hovered in my mind. I even felt that I should take a note. When Harrison came back, I would ask him one by one, but this idea was quickly ignored. The reason was that I didn't want to casually touch the things in the office.

It's annoying for me to move around when the master is not around.

I picked up the teacup and walked slowly to the French window, feeling the baptism of the sunshine. When I approached the French window, I unconsciously stopped. Looking at the passers-by and cars like ants below, I suddenly felt dizzy, as if I wanted to fall.

She quickly closed her eyes and took a step back. If she opened them again, she would be fine. It seemed that as long as she did not look down, nothing would happen. "Are you afraid?"

Harrison's voice sounded behind me. I didn't turn around and answered softly, "The sunshine in this position is very good. I haven't seen it for a long time."

"If you like it, you can come here often, but don't be so close to me if you are afraid." Harrison put his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder.

At that moment, it seemed that I really wanted to spend every day and night with Harrison. He leaned on my shoulder without any preparation, which made me feel at ease...

However, reality was reality. God would not let you continue to be so calm, so this peace was soon broken. The secretary who had sent me snacks knocked on the door and came in with an uneasy look. "Mr. Stewart, Mr. Zeng is here."

Hearing the name of Zeng Lao, I immediately thought of Maisy. Could it be that Maisy's father had found him?

I wanted to turn around and talk to Harrison, but he held me in his arms and refused to let me go.