Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 94

"There's nothing wrong with all the tests. I'll check them after the patient wakes up."

"That is to say, if he is fine, why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"You will wake up in 24 hours, but I hope that you will have many bruises on your body before I bandage you."

"I'm fine."

The conversation slowly disappeared. I could tell that one of them was Harrison, but who was Harrison talking to? He seemed to be a doctor. Was he injured?

When I thought of it, I felt a headache and pain all over my body. I felt very uncomfortable and slowly fell into darkness...

When I opened my eyes, they were all white. For a moment, I didn't realize what kind of place it was. It was all white. I wondered if it was heaven. There was a bell in front of me, which eliminated the idea of heaven. Looking back and forth, I found that it was a ward.

But why am I in the ward?

I remembered that I had dinner with Harrison's friend a second ago. Why did I wake up in the ward? Didn't Harrison go to drive? I waited for him at the entrance of the restaurant, and then Abbie stood behind me and looked at me angrily.

I can't remember our conversation and what happened after that. I only know that I'm in the hospital now.

"Are you awake?"

I turned my head, but I took a deep breath because of my big movement.

Harrison ran over and looked at my head. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief. "There's still a wound on your head. Don't move."

"He's injured? How could he be injured?" I was confused.

He looked at me and asked, "Don't you remember?"

I shook my head and was worried about the wound on my head, so I replied, "I don't remember. What I can remember is that we were at the hotel entrance, and that you were driving and I was waiting for you. Abbie was standing behind me, angrily accusing me..."

"Did Abbie hurt me?" I asked in surprise.

Thinking back to the past, it seemed that only Abbie could hurt me. It couldn't be someone else. If it was really Abbie, then I wouldn't forgive her so easily!

No matter what, I'm still a human life. She can't hurt me so unscrupulously because of her feelings for Harrison. I'm also a human being. I'm not a doll that she can hurt and play with at will. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I can't wait to find her now!

Harrison pulled up the quilt for me and sat by the bed.

"It's Abbie, isn't it? Other than her, there's no one else. I didn't expect a mere Chelsea like me to be worthy of her making a big fuss," I mocked.

This was a mockery to me, to Abbie, and even to Harrison.

He knew very well how Abbie treated him, but she still brought him to a gathering. Wasn't this clearly making our relationship worse? Although there wasn't much between Abbie and him, the two

of them, who originally had nothing to do with each other, had been turned into enemies.

Thinking of what happened at the dining table, I looked at Harrison and said, "Do you feel very comfortable watching us two fight for you? Have you satisfied the masculinity in your heart?"

No matter what I said, he never replied. The more I said, the angrier I became, and the more I lost my temper. There was really no difference between this person's singing of a one-horned play. I felt boring.

Without saying anything, I closed my eyes and tried hard to recall what had happened at that time, hoping to remember it completely. As long as I thought about it, I knew what had happened at that time.

After a long time, the doctor came in. I pretended to be asleep and closed my eyes to listen to them talk, in case there was something hidden from me and I didn't want to hear it.

"How is it?" asked the doctor.

Harrison replied, "I just woke up once, but my temper seemed a little irritable and angry."

"It's normal. When you wake up, you can't accept the blank memory for a while. And you should check if there is anything wrong with your mind. After all, it's the back of your head. If there is something wrong, you should solve it as soon as possible."

The two people behind me talked intermittently. My brain seemed to be clearer than before, wondering if there was really something wrong with me. Could it be that I was crazy? But I didn't feel anything. I felt very good. I knew everything except for the memory that disappeared.

After staying in the hospital for a week, it was

Harrison who took care of me. I asked him if he went to work and kept taking care of me. Wasn't he afraid of money? He said he wasn't afraid. Even if he took care of me for the rest of his life, it would be enough.

Women couldn't even listen to sweet words, so did I. In this week, my relationship with him had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Fortunately, the results of my examination came out. The doctor said that there was nothing wrong with me.

I was taken home by Harrison when I was discharged from the hospital. I had also asked about Abbie, but he had never returned directly. At first, I also felt uncomfortable and felt that he was hiding his crime from me.

Later on, she thought about it and decided to forget about it. After all, the relationship between Abbie and Harrison was not ordinary. Abbie's love for Harrison would only be deeper than hers. For the sake of love, it was understandable for her to do some crazy things. Besides, it was good that I was fine now.

I numb myself and comfort myself every day, telling myself not to think about it or pursue the matter.

When I slept last night, I liked to lie in his arms.

Only in this way can I feel his real existence, not a dream.

"Let's talk?" Lying in his arms, I suggested.

He held my hand and kissed it on his lips. He said softly, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk..." I thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about you. Why are you not married yet?"

"Am I very old?" he said discontentedly.

"That's not what I meant," I replied awkwardly. "It's normal for men to have a good family, isn't it?"

"With you, isn't it good for two people to be together alone?"

It was undeniable that in this second, my eyes were wet and moist, and I could cry at any time. There was always a faint smile on Harrison's face. He might not understand the meaning of this sentence to me, so he could say it so easily. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Recently, when we were together, I didn't look into his feelings for me, nor did I ask about our relationship because I didn't think it was necessary to ask.

In the first half of my life, I've already given everything for love and love. Now I just want to live for myself. As long as I'm happy with Harrison, it's what I want. As for what will happen in the future, who can be sure?

"What about Abbie? What's her relationship with you?" I asked with a chuckle.

He frowned slightly and looked at me without saying a word.

All of a sudden, I felt uneasy, wondering if what I had just said had made him unhappy. In fact, I just asked subconsciously, wondering what Abbie meant to him.

After a long while, Harrison finally said in a deep voice, "Don't be persistent about some things, because there are no benefits."

I don't know what he's referring to. Is it my persistence towards him, or is it Abbie?