The Windfalls of Love novel 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."

"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.