The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 218

"Even if you didn't reek of garlic, I'd still find you annoying." Roxanne Martinez irritably shoved Harrison Rodriguez's hand away.

She forcefully added hot sauce to his canned herring.

"Eat up."

Harrison knew she was in a bad mood and she was still throwing a fit.

So, he had to suck it up and eat the herring slathered with hot sauce.

After a few bites, he was coughing up a storm.

His throat was burning and painful.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Roxanne handed him a glass of water.

Taking the glass, Harrison thickened his skin and said, "I know, my wife still cares for me."

"Do you like it when I force you to eat something you don't like?" Roxanne asked.

Harrison knew what she was implying.

He put down his fork and knife, and his face turned serious from being light-hearted just a moment ago.

"Roxanne, my decision to shut down your company was well-intentioned. I hope you understand."

"So, we're still not on the same page?" Roxanne glared at him angrily.

Harrison replied with a poker face, "You just became a full-time housewife. You might not be used to it yet." He paused for a few seconds, then added, "You'll get used to it in time."

Their conversation seemed to have hit a dead end.

Roxanne couldn't keep her cool and communicate with him anymore. She got up, pushed the chair away, and left.

The atmosphere that night was tense. Harrison had no choice but to sleep in the study.

He knew that this marital spat wouldn't end well. Harrison decided to make up with Roxanne.

He had the key to the master bedroom. He could easily unlock the door even if Roxanne had bolted it from inside.

Once inside, Roxanne completely ignored him.

He took a bottle of ointment for external injuries and sat on the bed.

Roxanne turned over, her back to him, sleeping facing the wall.

"Anne, help me apply some ointment."

The moment he mentioned applying ointment, Roxanne was on high alert.

Was Harrison injured?

Where was he hurt?

She wanted to jump up and check on him immediately, but her anger hadn't subsided, so she didn't get up and said, "Apply it yourself."

Harrison bluntly stated the reason for his injury, "You kicked me yesterday. It still hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" Roxanne sat up, looking at him, "It hurts from last night till now?"

"You gave me a good kick in the butt, remember?"

Harrison rubbed his butt with a wronged expression.

Seeing his pained expression, Roxanne couldn't bear it.

Now he didn't look like a big boss at all; he was just a shameless man.

Roxanne knew he was acting, so she ignored him.

She sat on the bed with no intention of applying the ointment on him.

But Harrison deliberately pulled his pants down a bit.

"Anne, it really hurts. Can you see if it's bruised?"

Although Roxanne was indifferent, she did kick him hard the previous night.

She was worried that she might have really hurt him, so she leaned over to take a look.

There was indeed a mix of green and purple bruises.

"So, is it green or purple?" Harrison asked on purpose.

Roxanne felt a pang of guilt, "Give me the ointment."

Harrison knew she would soften.

He quickly handed her the ointment for external injuries.

Roxanne was about to apply the ointment for him when he immediately stood up and said, "Wait for me. I need to take a bath first."

After saying that, Harrison took a quick shower and came out.

His bathrobe was left open.

With a stride of his long legs, the edge of the robe swung.