Chapter 42


    "Today, I heard people talking about us in the tea room. I think you should know it." I tell Sean about


    what happened in the tea room.


    I''m just saying that to keep him away from me. I don''t want to make things more embarrassing.


    And I do have been getting a little too close to himtely. Everything would be fine if he was not


    married. But now, I almost be a home wrecker in people''s eyes.


    I never realized I could be that charming. Every time I get close to a guy, people think I''m hitting on


    him. That''s ridiculous.


    I''m not Marilyn Monroe, am I?


    Sean doesn''t say anything. I acquiesce that he agreed with me, so I feel relieved.


    I don''t want to be his enemy, not do I want to ruin his family.


    "Goodbye." The car stops at mymunity. I''m gonna open the door and get out.


    However, I fail. Looks like he''s locked the door. "Sean, open the door."


    "I want to have a good talk with you." His voice is calm.


    I sit up straight and look ahead calmly. "I think I''ve made myself clear. Your wife is pregnant, so you


    should spend more time with her. How sad she''d be if she knew the rumors about us?"


    "She won''t! I won''t let her know that!" Sean retorts excitedly.


    My heart sinks. Harrison''s words sh across my mind: Stay away from Sean.


    He grabbed my hand before I respond. "Chelsea, I''ve liked you since school. I was too young so I


    didn''t tell you. After all these years, I thought I''d forgotten you, but the moment I saw your resume, I


    knew I hadn''t."


    "When I knew you were married, I went to a bar and got drunk, regretting not telling you how I felt.


    But now you''re single! This is my second chance from God!"


    "So?" There are no ups and downs in my heart.


    He puts my hand in his chest. I hate it but I can''t pull back my hand. If he weren''t my ssmate, I


    would have beaten him up!


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    He looks at me with disgusting eyes. "Chelsea, I''ll do anything if you agree to be with me." "What


    about your wife?"


    "Please don''t mention that woman. I married her because she used to be beautiful and capable, but


    she became a different person after we got married. She stopped wearing makeup and working


    right after she got pregnant. Doesn''t she know how hard it is to raise a family alone?" Heins


    with a disgusted expression.


    His words remind me of my marriage. I stopped wearing makeup after marrying Callen and cooked


    for him every day after work.


    Then I got pregnant and resigned at his request. What happened next were inducedbor and


    divorce.


    Sean''s just like Callen.


    Perhaps my eyes scare him. He tentatively asks, "Chelsea, just tell me if you want anything."


    "My ex-husband is the same as you. I wonder how he lied to another woman." I chuckle.


    Sean can''t stay calm any more. He tightly hugs me and ignores my struggle."Chelsea, I like you. It''s


    okay if you don''t want to be with me. Let''s be friends andfort each other, okay?"


    I don''t struggle or answer this question.


    He slowly lets go of me and asks, "You agreed?"


    "Keep dreaming." I look up and say.


    He''s probably frightened by my eyes. After a while, he says with a tough attitude, "Don''t forget I


    gave you this job. Isn''t it enough? What did I do wrong?"


    "You''re wrong because you cheated on your wife, b*stard!" I sneer. "If you want, you can ask my


    boss to fire me. I''m not afraid of anything."


    "Just you wait!"


    Ignoring his threat, I snap. "Open the door!"


    I''ve already made up my mind. If he doesn''t open the door, I''ll call the police or p the door to


    draw attention. But he''s quite clever. He quickly opens the door and I get out of the car without


    hesitation.


    At the moment when I get off, I look at him with disappointment. "You''ve changed a lot."


    After that, I close the door and turn to leave. He drives away.


    At this moment, I have mixed feelings. Does growing up mean that we are no longer kind and


    simple?


    I lost my appetite because of it. My mother keeps asking me what happened, but I choose not to tell


    her anything. Rolling on the bed, deserted by sleep, I suddenly want to call someone.


    Then I think of Harrison.


    It startles me. I never called him except the night I asked him for a loan.


    Should I call him and see what he is doing? Will I disturb him or even piss him off? And then I


    remember that he always calls me at the wrong time, but he never says sorry.


    With self-constion, I dial his number.


    Waiting for the call toe through makes my heart race. There are two people within me. One


    tells me to hang up, and the other tells me to be brave and wait for the call to get through.


    Atst the telephone is connected, while I''m in a state of agitation. When I''m just about to say


    something, I hear a sweet voice. "Harrison is taking a bath. He''ll call you backter."