The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 198

What could he possibly be hiding from her? Other than his identity.

Had Roxanne figured it out?

Harrison clenched his phone tightly, feeling really uneasy.

He paused, at a loss for words.

Every time he lied before, he was always so cool and composed.

Although he might feel a little anxious inside, he could always successfully fool her.

Listening to Roxanne's questioning tone, which didn't sound like she was joking at all, his nerves started to jump with tension. His brows furrowed tightly.

However, when he spoke again, he still appeared very calm.

“What secret could I possibly keep from you? I even told you about my bankruptcy and the bank seizing my house when we married.”

On the other end of the phone, Roxanne was silent for a moment, then she laughed, somewhat at a loss for words.

This helpless and slightly angry laughter reached Harrison’s ears.

Even though they were separated by a phone line, even though they were miles apart, Harrison could hear it clear as day.

His heart tightened a bit more.

He straightened his back and asked, “Roxanne, what’s going on with you today?”

Vincent and Alexander had both warned him to learn how to sweet-talk women.

He tried to put his pride aside and managed a small smile, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have argued with you just now. Will you stop being mad at me?”

“You think I’m angry because of what you just said?” Roxanne asked coldly. “Harrison, do you really have no intention of coming clean? This is your last chance.”

Hearing her say this, he suddenly felt that she might actually know his true identity.

Half an hour ago, they had just fought.

He was feeling really annoyed, standing on the balcony, smoking.

At this moment, the cigarette was still held between his knuckles.

“Roxanne, let me finish this cigarette, then I’ll call you back.” He rarely smoked and hung up quickly.

He didn’t explain why he was smoking, and she had never seen him smoke before.

He took a deep drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing brighter.

He exhaled the smoke, watching it swirl and dissipate in front of him.

He might have been trying to hide his inner panic and anxiety, inhaled too quickly and choked himself.

He coughed several times, the coughing getting more violent.

His lungs and throat felt like they were about to be torn apart.

The more he coughed, the more anxious he felt.

People always say smoking can relieve stress and soothe anxiety, but for him, it was the exact opposite. The more he smoked, the more agitated he felt.

He finished the cigarette.

The butt fell on the expensive carpet, but he didn't care at all.

He had no time to worry about this.

All he could think about was that Roxanne must have figured out his true identity.

Damn!

This was completely out of his plan.

Normally calm and wise, his mind was now in a mess, and he quickly dialed Alexander's number.

Alexander was already in bed, but he always answered Harrison's calls immediately.

"What's up? You need something?" Alexander asked.

Harrison tried to sound as calm as possible, "Roxanne seems to have figured out my true identity."

"If she found out your identity, you should be comforting her, not calling me. I can't help you."

Alexander found him amusing, "Your wife, your responsibility. I told you from the beginning not to hide your identity, but you wouldn't listen."

Harrison, earnest and sincere, "I want to ask you, how do you apologize and make amends when you mess up? You're experienced in this area."