Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 81

I follow Harrison's gaze, and he is looking at my hand with Louie's.

Louie just took my hand to stop me from getting spilled. But when I saw Harrison, it was like I was frozen in time. And I forgot Louie was still holding my hand.

I quickly pull back my hand.

"Chelsea, who is this guy?" Sienna asks and pulls Jonah to sit beside her.

Oh, thank God she broke the ice. I don't know why, but I feel really embarrassed at this time.

I told her how I met Louie. After that, I glance at Harrison, only to find he wasn't listening at all.

He just keeps a straight face, as if nothing had happened.

There seems to be a hole in my heart that makes me feel empty and lost...

The waiter comes and clears the table. Sienna sits on my left and Louie on my right. Harrison sits next to Louie.

It's kind of weird. I always feel that something is gonna happen. Fortunately, I was wrong. We've been watching the public

display of affection from Sienna and Jonah all night.

Looks like they don't think about the single people.

I peeked at Harrison countless times, but he hadn't noticed it. If he had, he would have been sarcastic about me instead of quietly drinking. He barely looked me in the eye the whole time.

After a while, I suddenly remember something. I lean over and whisper into Louie's ear, "I think your friends are still waiting for you."

"It doesn't matter. They need beauties, not me," he replies with a smile.

Thinking of the two whores, I feel a bit unhappy. "If you don't go back, they might gossip about you."

"Gossip about what?"

"Of course it's about me taking you away. And... " As I speak, I realize Louie wasn't the one asking the question.

I raise my head suddenly. Harrison is still drinking calmly. Louie says, "He asked that."

So I was answering Harrison's question?

I feel annoyed and wronged. How could he eavesdrop on me? He still doesn't respect me like he used to.

And who is he to cut in on my conversation with another man?

I question Harrison, "Hey, you were eavesdropping on us?"

"It's a public place and you talked too loud." He looks at me.

"So what? You were supposed to ignore us, not interrupt us."

He puts down his glass and looks straight at me. There seems to be a hint of disdain and ridicule in his eyes. Somehow, my nose twitches and I want to weep.

"I guess she just didn't want you to hear us talking," Louie says softly.

I can feel that Harrison is looking at me, but I refuse to raise my head.

Then I hear him say, "Please stay out of my conversation with her."

His voice is cold and devoid of any emotion.

I raise my head to look at him, whose face seems to be covered with a layer of frost. I can't help but feel sad.

Louie wants to say something, but I stop him. I take his hand and get up to leave. He asks, "What's wrong?"

"Let me take you back." I walk forward without stopping.

"Did I make your friend unhappy?" he asks.

I slow down my pace and shake my head. I explain it out loud on purpose, "It's not your fault. He's impossible."

Harrison always does what he wants, regardless of other people's feelings.

When I was with him, he never cared how I felt. Maybe that's what rich people do.

Louie smiles at me at the door of his private room. "Look at us. I sent you back, and you took me back. We're kind of like a couple who don't want to be apart."

"Haha, that's funny. If I see you again, I'll buy you dinner," I speak with a smile.

Then he starts looking for something on him.

"You lost something?" I ask.

Waving his hand, he takes out a business card and hands it to me with both hands. "Here you are."

"Why?" I can't help laughing.

Back in the day, I would've thought this guy was hitting on me. But now I don't think so, and I don't want to take his business card. But he has no intention of giving up.

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I have no choice but to take it.

He smiles and makes a calling gesture. "I'm waiting for you to buy me dinner."

Before I answer, he entered his private room. 'D*mn it, I was just being polite again!'

I glance at the business card speechlessly. His name is Louie Hawkins. Then, I put it in my pocket and walk to the bathroom.

I don't really have to go to the bathroom. I just don't want to sit with Harrison.

I don't know why, but I feel that Harrison is kind of mad at me. No matter what I said or did, he would shoot back at me. Did I offend him?

Is it because he received the black card?

'Forget it, it's none of my business.' After washing my hands, I step out of the bathroom. Suddenly, someone grabs me by the wrist. Before I cry for help, he gagged me.