Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

Chapter 35

I subconsciously take a step back and nod with a smile. "Sean, I didn't expect you to be here."

"I joined this company when I just graduated from college. This job is my major, and it pays well. I was in personnel the other day, and I saw your resume, so I sent you that interview text." Sean says with a smile.

No wonder it took me nearly a week to get a response.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have the chance to attend the interviewee.

He seems to notice my depression and asks in a low voice, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No, I'm fine." I quickly wave my hand and force a smile. "I just want to thank you for giving me this chance."

Lionessshack Group is the most famous educational institution in the country, which only accepts the best employees. I had the opportunity to work here when I graduated, but Callen didn't want me to be tied up with work.

I missed this company because I was

infatuated with love.

Sean shrugs indifferently, stretches out his hand and smiles at me. "Welcome, my new colleague."

I stared at him for a long time. My mood went from disbelief to happiness. In the end, I shake hands with him and keep thanking him.

Sean takes me to the personnel department. The HR tells me to start work on Monday. It's Wednesday today, so I've got about a week.

I couldn't calm down until I was on the subway. There's finally a light in my dark life, and I'm just so happy.

As soon as I get home, I start rummaging through my closet. I want to wear something appropriate to impress my colleagues on my first day of work, but I can't find anything satisfying.

"These are from a few years ago. Some of them even smell musty," I mutter to myself as I smell my clothes.

I haven't bought fancy clothes since the divorce. My income forced me to spend the least money on clothes, because I still had to take care of my mom.

At this moment, I see a dress. I wore it to Harrison that night, and I took it off in front of

him...

I shake my head hard with a hot face. Then, I throw it aside.

My phone on the table keeps vibrating. I pick it up. "Hello?"

"You went to an interview today?" Harrison's voice comes from the other end.

The shirt in my hand fell to the ground. Instead of picking it up, I sit on the bed. "Yes, and I'll start work on Monday."

I don't know why I told him that. Maybe just to prove to him that I'm not a loser.

At least I have a job now.

"Congratulations." He chuckles.

That's it? I feel a little uncomfortable. "Why are you so well-informed? Harrison, you are not monitoring me, are you?"

"Of course I'm not. I'm just checking in on your day-to-day," he answers.

"You're just putting a nice spin on monitoring."

'What a cheeky monkey! If he was not monitoring me, how would he know all about me?'

An idea flashes across my mind. 'Did he install cameras and bugs in my house?'

With this idea, I hold the phone and search the room for cameras.

"Why is it so noisy over there?" he asks. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Annoyed, I say, "I have good reason to suspect you've done something I don't know about. Like installing cameras in my house or having me followed."

"Am I that bad inside of you?" His voice gets cold.

His words stop me from what I was doing. If he could see me now, he'd know how embarrassed I am.

But what he says next saves me from embarrassment.

"Go downstairs. I'll take you to the hospital. Your mom woke up." The phone is hung up.

Without a second's delay, I immediately rush downstairs.

When I get downstairs, I see Harrison's car. I get on the car and ask, "Why didn't the hospital call me?"

"Your phone has been muted." He sneers.

I had my phone on silent for the morning interview. And then I got so excited about the job that I forgot to change the mode.

I push open the door of the ward and see my mother sitting there. She’s combing her hair slowly. She hates messy hair because she thinks it makes her look bad. I never had long hair when I was a kid.

"Why aren't you coming in?"

Her voice brings me back from my thoughts. I kneel down in front of her and weep in her arms.

Like what I did when I was a kid and mocked for not having a father.

As time went by, everything changed slowly.

When I'm telling my mom the whole story of my divorce, she keeps expressionless. "Mom, I didn't tell you before because I didn't want you to worry. You know what? I'm living a good life now."

"I'm not angry that you didn't tell me, but that I didn't comfort you when you were having a hard time. Callen is a jerk! He promised to take care of you! I shouldn't have believed him!"

My mom gets so angry that she's about to faint. I quickly sit on the edge of the bed and comfort her. "It doesn't matter. We're fine now. That's enough."

We hug each other with tears, as if we're going to cry out of the grievance in our hearts.

After a long time, my mom sees Harrison standing at the door and asks, "Who is he?"