The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 245

That was piping hot pasta.

Roxanne was genuinely concerned if it would hurt his throat.

She wasn’t sure how to address him. Should she call him Harrison or Mr. Rodriguez?

In the end, she went with Mr. Rodriguez.

The mention of “Mr. Rodriguez” made Harrison, who was eagerly digging into his pasta, pause.

His brows were crinkled in discomfort.

There was something stuck in his throat, the pasta or perhaps the painful emotions.

After a while, he took a sip of soup and managed to swallow the spaghetti.

But it felt lodged in his stomach.

He felt bloated, a sensation of discomfort.

But he continued as if nothing happened, picking up more pasta and gobbling it down.

He used to eat with such grace and elegance, as if dining was an art form.

After living with Roxanne for so long, he began to eat more casually, enjoying the freedom of indulging his appetite.

Within a few moments, he had eaten up and handed the bowl to her.

"I'm full!"

"How long have you been starving?" Roxanne asked incredulously. "You ate the entire bowl of pasta."

He didn't tell her that he was missing this pasta with eggs so much.

After taking the bowl, Roxanne got up.

She didn’t know what to say to him, so she glanced at him awkwardly, “Wait here, I’ll clean this up.”

She quickly turned and walked away.

Only she lived in the dorm.

A bed, a bar, and a sofa were all squeezed into one space, along with a small balcony. To the right of the balcony was the bathroom.

It was small, but it had everything she needed.

She stood in front of the bar, turned on the hot water, and began washing the dishes.

She might look efficient, but her mind was in a whirl.

Why had Harrison suddenly come to see her?

How had he found her?

This was her new processing plant, and she had never told Harrison about it.

She had forgotten. He was the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven. If he wanted to find something out, he would.

Clearly, he had come to see her on purpose.

In the few minutes it took Roxanne to wash the dishes, her mind was racing.

Behind her, Harrison watched her without blinking.

After turning on the heat, she had taken off her black down jacket and was only wearing a knitted turtleneck sweater.

The sweater hugged her body, outlining her slender figure.

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, swaying like seaweed on her straight back.

Her hair seemed to have grown over the past six months.

It now reached her waist.

Her loose hair made her waist look even slimmer, as if it would snap if he held it too tightly.

Harrison wanted to go over, to hold her waist, to pull her into his arms.

But he didn’t.

He was afraid of startling her.

He watched her quietly as she washed the dishes.

The clinking of the dishes and the running water filled the room.

But Harrison’s world was incredibly quiet.

Even his restless heart had suddenly become calm.

Over the past six months, his business had been going well. He was more accomplished and successful than before.

But in reality, he couldn’t eat well, he couldn’t sleep well, and his seemingly calm heart was not that calm. Instead, it was restless, unable to find peace.

Until this moment, when he silently watched her back.

His restless and painful heart seemed to have found great comfort.

He gazed at her without blinking until she finished washing the dishes, wiped the water from the bar, turned around, and looked back at him.

Their eyes met.

Roxanne, trying to hide her nervousness, walked over and asked as if straightforwardly, “Why are you suddenly here?”

“I had some business in Warmville today and thought I’d stop by,” he replied, looking at her.

“Okay.” She had just finished washing the dishes, and her hands were wet. She grabbed a tissue to dry them.