Chapter 65


    He says in a deep voice, "I don''t want money. I want you."


    I''m stunned for a second, but then I bend over withughter.


    Isn''t it funny? The man who said he never wanted to see me again suddenly said he wanted me.


    "Are you pitying me?" I ask him, "You feel sorry for me because I''m pathetic, don''t you?"


    Harrison closes his thin lips tightly and doesn''t answer me.


    I don''t mind his silence. I stretch out my index finger and gently touch his lips, "A book says thin-


    lipped men are fickle. What do you think?"


    "It''s nonsense."


    I knew he would deny it. Men don''t believe in physiognomy any more than they believe in astrology.


    But I do, because Harrison is just too fickle.


    I put the card in front of him. "It''s yours."


    "Don''t you understand what I mean?" He frowns at me.


    He looks at me helplessly as if I were a cranky child. The uninformed who see this scene may think


    that we are in love or he has a crush on me.


    But this is not true.


    I put the card in his pocket and p my hands. "Well, I don''t owe you anymore!"


    "Are you happy? I''m a troublemaker and you don''t have to clean up my mess anymore."


    He looks awful, as if he would explode at any moment.


    But I don''t think I was wrong, so I continue, "Actually, we all got what we deserved. You banged me,


    and I got the help I needed."


    "Do you really think so?" He asks.


    My heart aches, but I still pretend to be calm. "Yeah. It''s the best result for both of us. We can live


    our lives without each other."


    Although I said so, it''s the most agonizing decision of my life. I don''t know why, but leaving him is a


    terrible wrench for me.


    But I know I''m doing the right thing. I want to live in peace, so I have to stay goodbye to him.


    Sooner orter, everything I went through with him will be forgotten...


    Suddenly, he takes me into his arms. I raise my head and see his dark face. I give a relieved smile


    and ask, "Thest hug?"


    "Chelsea, you always push my buttons," he says in a low voice.


    He''s obviously pissed off, but I don''t care. "I was just telling the truth."


    "You''re not allowed to leave me," he says firmly.


    I bite my lip. Why does he get to decide everything? Why can''t I do what I want?


    cing both hands on his chest, I speak angrily, "Harrison, I don''t need you anymore, so I don''t


    have to listen to you. I can do whatever I want!"


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    His tone angers me instantly. I keep hitting him, biting him and kicking him, but he just stands still


    and holds me tight in his arms.


    He''s not responding to my struggle and I gradually have no strength. I suddenly feel like a child in a


    temper, and he is my parent.


    It reminds me of my mom''s death again. I''m literally alone in the world. Even if I get bullied, no one


    will care about me or feel sorry for me. And my kids will never have a grandma. Thinking about it,


    my eyes are swimming with tears.


    I''m drowning my sorrows and can''t stop


    crying.


    It''s already night when I open my eyes again. I''m lying in Harrison''s arms, and my arms are on his


    shoulder.


    My eyes are sore, maybe because I''ve been crying too long.


    "What''s wrong?"


    I stop rubbing my eyes and blink as tears stream down my cheeks. "My eyes are aching."


    He presses his long fingers gently on my eyes. "Close your eyes for a while and you will be fine."


    His voice is low and husky, like that of a male anchor on the TV station.


    After a while, I feel that my eyes are fine. I take away his hand and say, "I''m fine now, thank you."


    "Don''t be so polite," he says with a faint smile.


    My heart skips a beat, but I pretend to be cool. "My mom and I have always been dependent on


    each other. When I was a child, some peopleughed at me for not having a dad. I went home and


    asked my mother where my father was."


    "What did she say?" Harrison asks.


    "She said nothing, but she looked very sad. I haven''t asked her about this again since then."


    Harrison hugs me. "You need to stop thinking about it. I''ll take care of you in her ce."


    "Why?"


    I''m not an idiot. I find it odd that he keeps repeating that he''s gonna be there for me.


    And how did he know my mom''s ident? I didn''t call him when I was in the hospital. This is just


    too weird.


    He falls silent again, so I continue. "We''re from different worlds. You know this better than me. Just


    because my mother''s gone doesn''t mean my sanity''s gone."


    That''s all I have to say. I feel like he''s different, but I can''t tell what''s different. He lets go of me and


    looks into my eyes.


    "You''re right for me," he says.


    I lower my head and smile bitterly. His answer doesn''t surprise me. "But you''re not right for me."


    "Don''t be so..."


    The sound of knocking startles me. Before he finishes, I quickly got out of bed and opened the door.


    I should thank the person outside. If it hadn''t been for the knock, I might have been persuaded by


    Harrison.


    It''s my neighbor. I invite her toe in, but she refuses.


    "Chelsea, there''s something I''ve been thinking about for days. I think I need to tell you." She looks


    hesitant.