The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 244

It felt like a dream.

Unbelievably so!

Yet, there Harrison stood, tall and dignified before her.

Roxanne was dumbstruck.

Her mind was a blank canvas, mouth agape.

Perhaps it was because Harrison was dressed in a warm camel coat today, not as cold as when he wore darker colors.

And so, Roxanne saw a depth in his eyes that she couldn't fathom.

Like a bottomless whirlpool.

Seeming to draw her in.

This man appeared so close, yet so far, as if a vast river separated from them.

Half a year apart, she still remembered his words of severing ties with her.

Even his name, she hesitated to utter.

Should she call him by his first name?

Or refer to him as Mr. Rodriguez?

Roxanne's lips moved but no sound came out.

She, usually so decisive, found herself at a loss for words.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's quite chilly, isn't it?"

Harrison stepped forward, taking Roxanne's hands that were still suspended mid-air.

He rubbed them fervently.

Her hands were freezing, like a popsicle.

Harrison's grip tightened.

Maybe from the cold, her small hands trembled in his.

Harrison's heart lurched abruptly.

He moved her hands closer, breathing warm air on them.

As his warm breath clouded his originally cold and indifferent face, she thought he didn't seem so cold anymore.

Roxanne thought she had forgotten the pain of the past half year, that she had moved on.

But when Harrison held her hands, warming them, all the grievances surged back.

She hadn't really let go.

Deep down, she yearned for Harrison to treat her with a bit more tenderness.

Just like now, cradling her hands gently, caring for her.

Her heart ached terribly.

She had grievance.

And she was confused also.

Why was Harrison acting this way?

She didn't understand.

She withdrew her hand uneasily, her eyes having a tinge of mist.

She buried her head, unwilling to let him see.

As she turned to open the door, she said, "It's cold outside. Get in."

Not sure whether it was nervousness or the freezing weather, She turned the key that had inserted into the lock for few times, but the door refused to budge.

She pulled hard, but it still didn’t move.

Harrison stepped closer, gently pulling her arm, "Let me."

With a slight turn, the door opened.

Roxanne hurried in, turning on the lights, the heater, and then went to prepare the water to drink.

Harrison followed, closing the door behind him.

Once the water was prepared, Roxanne cleared a pile of documents off the sofa for him to sit.

"Have a seat. My place is a bit plain. I hope you don't mind!"

Harrison didn't seem to mind at all.

He sat down.

He looked up, and his gaze met hers.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion. Roxanne couldn't read his thoughts, but she felt his gaze was so profound, as if drawing her in.

Somehow, she quickly averted her gaze, turning around, "I'll make you some tea."

"No need." Harrison caught her wrist, looking at her beautiful profile, "I haven't had dinner, can you make me some pastas?"

Today the visit to Warmville was just a coincidence.

He was here to take care of some business which was done within two hours.