The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 242

Harrison didn't like this feeling of being emotionally manipulated.

Since he met Roxanne, his self-control seemed to have progressively declined.

He despised this feeling.

He walked in to find Roxanne in the room, lost in thought.

Upon hearing his footsteps, she turned around.

Seeing Harrison, she instinctively avoided his cold gaze, lowering her eyes and her head.

"I'm sorry for barging into your room. It was Lily who pushed me in," she said.

Harrison frowned, "Your clothes are packed in that box. I didn't have time to dispose of them. Change

into something clean."

Had he packed her clothes intending to throw them away?

Roxanne's heart was in turmoil, her head lowered.

He didn't want to see her, and clearly, he was annoyed by her belongings also.

That's why he intended to get rid of her clothes.

"No need, I'll change when I get home."

Not wanting to wallow in self-pity, Roxanne looked up flatly, "Since you've already packed them, just

have someone throw them away.” She kept on, “I'll leave through the back door. Tell your dad I've

already left."

This house wasn't where she belonged.

And this man, wasn't someone she should be longing for.

She brushed past Harrison.

Harrison grabbed her arm, "Change your clothes. I need to talk to you." Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Can't we just talk like this?" Roxanne asked, looking at his stern face that had never shown her a hint

of a smile.

He pressed his lips.

His eyes fell on the cream stains on her clothes, causing him to furrow his brows again.

"Fine, I'll change." Roxanne knew Harrison found her current state unappealing.

Probably, he didn't even want to talk to her while she was like this.

She turned to the wardrobe and found the box with her clothes in.

She took a set randomly and prepared to change out of her dirty clothes.

The cream was sticky and had seeped into her clothes, leaving her thighs and stomach greasy.

Roxanne decided to take a bath at the bathroom.

The bathroom was full of memories of her and Harrison.

When she first met Harrison, she thought he was quite disciplined.

In matters of intimacy, he was always reserved and self-controlled. It was months into their marriage

before he had eventually touched her.

She believed he wasn't interested in such things.

But after their first time of consummating, she discovered he was wild, passionate, and indulgent.

The bathroom was filled with memories of their intimate moments, impossible to erase.

Unable to concentrate on her bath, the water from the shower raining down on her, she finished quickly,

hurriedly put on her clothes, and left the room.

Harrison was sitting on the couch at the foot of the bed, waiting for her.

Whether out of frustration or boredom, he lit a cigarette and took a puff.

The smoke drifted across his handsome face, casting a shadow on his stern expression.

The room was dripping with a stifling atmosphere.

When Roxanne walked out, she sniffed the smell of smoke and found him on the couch. She walked

over.

"Smoking is bad for your health."

Harrison put out his nearly finished cigarette. "You have no stand to judge me."

Indeed, she didn’t have any stand to interfere in his business.

She held the clothes she had taken off, planning to leave after their talk.

She uttered briefly, "I've request Uber as it's not convenient to hail one in the estate. The car will be

here soon. You said you wanted to talk, right? Well, you have five minutes."

Harrison didn't respond.

He got up, taking in the sight of Roxanne after her bath.

She probably didn't have time to wash her hair, now half-wet, it was pulled into a bun at the back of her

head.

Her slender, pale neck was exposed.

Underneath, she wore a grey cotton casual dress, accentuating her gracile figure.

Her waist was so slim it seemed like it could be snapped with a touch.

Harrison cleared his throat, as if struggling with something, then said, "I don't need five minutes."

He was well aware of what he was restraining.

He admitted that Roxanne was attractive and had a good figure.

She was physically appealing to him.

But only on a physical level.

It was just because he hadn't had any physical relief since their divorce a month ago that he was

having these thoughts of pulling her into his arms.

He would never admit that it was because of love.

He no longer wanted to be controlled by this woman.

He wanted to return to his previous state of rationality and calm. "You should know that before my dad

forced me to marry you, we were two parallel lines that would never intersect."

Roxanne asked in a straightforward manner, "What exactly are you trying to say? Why not be more

specific?"

"After the divorce, we remain two parallel lines. I don't want to have any further involvement with you.

Also, keep your distance from my father. Be aware of your boundaries and don't try to establish any

relationship with our family."

Roxanne didn't respond immediately.

She thought for a brief moment, not allowing herself any time to feel sorrow or pain.

She agreed readily and politely, "Mr. Rodriguez, you can be rest assured. From now on, you’ll live your

life, and I have mine."

When they first met, they were like strangers.

She used to formally call him Mr. Rodriguez.

Well.

Now they were back to where they started.

Good, there was no lingering attachment at all.

It was the way she liked to handle things.

Holding her bag and the dirty clothes, she decisively left the room and went downstairs.

She left through the back door.

Without wasting any time, Harrison went downstairs and bid farewell to Vincent.

"I came to celebrate your birthday as you requested. I've cut the cake, and now I need to leave."

He then instructed his driver, "Anthony, start the car."

"Start the car? It's already dark, where are you going?" Vincent was still hoping something would

happen between him and Roxanne. "Where's Anne? Has she changed her clothes?"

Harrison replied, "She left."

"Left? Did your coldness upset her and make her leave quietly through the back door?”

Vincent was infuriated, "Roxanne came especially to celebrate my birthday. She baked a cake and

bought clothes for both you and me. And you just let her leave like that?"

"What clothes?" Harrison queried.

Lily quickly fetched the white t-shirt that Roxanne had bought for him, and handed it over. "Mr.

Rodriguez, this is from your wife."

Harrison barely glanced at the shirt before decisively striding away, declaring, "Toss it."

Watching as Harrison was already few steps away, Vincent snatched a mug from the coffee table and

hurled it in that direction. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

The mug hit Harrison on the back of his waist.

He paused momentarily, clearly intending to leave, before doubling back to take the t-shirt from Lily, the

one Roxanne had bought for him.