Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

The two familiar voices were none other than Abbie and Harrison.

My heart trembled, and I unconsciously walked inside. I was still wondering if I had heard wrongly, or if Abbie had been pestering Harrison again. But soon, the two figures hugging each other came into my sight.

He had thought that he would run up to Abbie and give her a hard slap, telling her that Harrison wouldn't even be able to be friends in the future, just like how he treated his mistress and the scumbag on TV. However, no matter what the outcome was, he would never swallow his anger like he did back then.

It's true. I thought I would do that.

But in fact, the moment I saw them, the panic in my heart disappeared. I slowly walked over and said calmly as if I was greeting a friend, "You should go home after work, but do you have anything else to deal with?"

In the first place, Abbie hugged Harrison one-sidedly, while Harrison stood rooted to the ground like a block of wood.

Perhaps he had rejected her, but this kind of rejection wasn't a big deal in front of Abbie at all. That was why Abbie had been so unscrupulous. She had even dared to provoke me after I appeared.

"It can be seen that we haven't settled the problem, so we should have some self-awareness," Abbie said rudely.

Letting go of Harrison's hand, Abbie looked at me with a smug smile, probably because she saw that he didn't want to interfere in our conversation at all.

However, this smile was not harmful to me at all. After all, I was her elder sister at her age. How could I be angry because of this little action? The words she said, I just thought that she was childish. "There are some women who have always liked to provoke other people's men, so everyone calls them a mistress. But in my opinion, Miss Ling is not such a person."

"Who are you calling a mistress?" Abbie's shrill voice echoed throughout the parking lot.

Harrison frowned. It was probably because he disliked Abbie's shrew-like appearance that he looked into my eyes. From the look in my eyes, I could tell that he had asked me to deal with her as soon as possible.

After receiving the news, I felt a little relieved, but the next moment, I was not satisfied. "Why should I deal with such a mess? It's obviously his business. What does it have to do with me?" After thinking about it, I decided to put it aside and let Harrison stay to clean it up.

I deliberately turned around and looked around the parking lot. I pretended to be disappointed and said, "If an outsider sees you like this, it will have a bad effect. Besides, Harrison is still here."

Sure enough, as soon as my voice fell, Abbie realized that there was something wrong with her tone. She quickly turned to Harrison and said, "Brother Harrison, I'm just angry. How can she say that I'm her mistress?"

As she spoke, she looked like she was about to cry.

To be honest, I really wanted to go up and ask Abbie. She didn't look like a mistress at all. I knew very well that Harrison and I were currently in a relationship, and we were still entangled in the parking lot. If it were someone else, they might have gone up and slapped her.

Thinking of this, I suddenly smiled. Maybe she just seized the opportunity to wait for me to come over, and then went up to slap her in front of Harrison to cry and complain, but I didn't expect that I would be so stupid.

"You're not a mistress," Harrison said flatly.

Hearing this, I couldn't laugh anymore. On the contrary, Abbie was so happy that she gave me a proud look.

Harrison continued to say lightly, "The mistress is in love with the mistress behind her lover's back, and her wife is in love with the mistress. But it's obvious that I don't love you."

These words directly showed the relationship between him and Abbie, as well as the relationship between him and his lover. They were easy words, but they gave me peace of mind and gave Abbie a fatal blow, because I saw that Abbie's face was pale.

After saying that, Harrison walked to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "You don't want to show me your identity, do you?"

"What do you mean by showing your identity to me? Do you need to tell the world that you are in a relationship with me?" I asked.

He was not angry. He rubbed my nose with his index finger and said, "If you don't like it, I'll do it."

His tone sounded helpless, but it sounded very comfortable.

On the other side, we were so fond of each other that Abbie must be upset. However, I didn't intend to feel sorry for or sympathize with her. A woman like her couldn't arouse anyone's sympathy at all. Compared to what she did to me, what I did was nothing at all.

After a while, Abbie didn't say a word. I looked up and saw her standing opposite me, looking at Harrison with a heartbroken look. But when she felt that I was looking at her, she quickly turned her eyes to me. Although there were tears in her eyes, I could still feel the hatred in her eyes.

"You don't want to go up and talk?" I asked softly.

Harrison paused for a moment, and without even looking at Abbie, he said to me, "We're already off work. It's time for us to go back."

After that, Harrison asked me to get in the car, followed by him.

During the entire process, Abbie was like an outsider and did not enter Harrison's line of sight at all. For some reason, I felt a faint sense of sorrow.

We didn't mention this incident again. I even took the initiative to seduce him in my gauze pajamas in the evening.

Harrison's eyes darkened when he saw me, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"I heard that when two people are together, they are always surprised and mysterious. It will be better," I said with a smile.

His eyes were dark and unclear. I stood by the bed and couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so I could only keep smiling.

After waiting for a while, he did not respond. My heart gradually cooled down. "If you don't like it, I'll change it now."

Seeing that he still had no reaction, I turned around and left in frustration. Before I could step out, my waist tightened and I fell heavily into the soft bed, followed by an overwhelming hot kiss.

I didn't know what was going on, so I responded to his questions.

That night, we were more excited than before. He deliberately stopped when he was close to the climax of my life and asked a question slowly. For example, Chelsea, will you wait for me to play tricks in the future? Can you deliberately make me angry? Will you deliberately push me to others and so on?

I could only answer no, otherwise it would be more sweet torture. After a whole night, I felt sore all over. When I got up, my legs went soft and I fell back.

"It seems that it's time for you to exercise?" Harrison came out of the bathroom and saw this scene.

I glared at him and said grumpily, "You should be the one who should exercise hard, in case you're too old and too weak."

"Not strong enough?" He raised his eyebrows, walked to the bedside, and raised my chin. "It seems that you need to know me again."

As he spoke, he untied the bathrobe with one hand.