The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 241

The moment Harrison stepped out of the elevator, he commanded the attention of Roxanne. His presence stirred something within her, causing her to absentmindedly fiddle with the hem of her dress as a means to maintain her composure.

Upon spotting Roxanne in the living room, Harrison halted in his tracks, his brows drawing together in a slight frown. His demeanor turned noticeably frosty. Roxanne knew he didn't want to see her.

Feeling a bit awkward, she turned to Vincent who appeared guilty, "Dad, didn't you say Harrison went abroad on business?"

Vincent grew more flustered, "Uh."

Just then, Harrison strode over, stopping in front of the two. He gave Roxanne a cold glance, his brow furrowing, "Why are you here?"

Vincent shot back, "What's with your tone? Roxanne came to celebrate my birthday. Is there a problem?"

"Did you come on your own or was it my father who invited you?" Harrison continued to look at Roxanne with a cold expression.

He stood in front of the couch.

She sat on the couch.

From his towering height of six feet two, he looked down at her, giving Roxanne a feeling of being scrutinized.

She guessed Harrison didn’t want her here.

Roxanne decided to make a tactful exit. "Dad, since your son is back to celebrate your birthday, I won't disturb you. I'll be going."

"Anne." Vincent stood up anxiously, "Are you upset with me? I admit, I lied to you. Harrison wasn't going on a trip. I just wanted you two to see each other."

Roxanne picked up her purse, offering a simple smile, "Dad, it's okay. I don't blame you. You two have fun. I've got to go."

"Did you only come over because you were sure I wouldn't be here?" Harrison grabbed Roxanne's arm.

Roxanne looked down at Harrison's hand on her arm, choosing honesty over deceit, "Yes."

His grip on her arm tightened, causing Roxanne to wince slightly.

Suddenly, Harrison let go, coldly stating, "Now that I'm back, you can leave."

Roxanne, respecting his wishes, quickly made her exit. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

The more chaotic her thoughts became, the faster she walked.

Vincent rushed to stop her, "Anne, you're already here, at least stay to cut the birthday cake."

"Dad. I suddenly remembered I have something urgent to attend to." Roxanne apologized.

"How many more birthdays do you think I have left? Life is unpredictable. Who knows on some day I might die for falling ill or having an accident. Stay, have dinner with me. Yes, I was wrong to lie to you. But I genuinely want to see you and Harrison getting along."

Roxanne kept silence.

"Anne, do this for me. Stay for dinner. Let's cut the cake together!"

Vincent's pleading tone was hard for Roxanne to refuse any longer.

She looked at Harrison.

Harrison, his face dark and brooding, finally said, "If my dad wants you to stay, then stay."

The dinner, seemingly peaceful and harmonious, was a bitter pill for Roxanne to swallow.

She maintained a cheerful veneer, accompanying Vincent throughout the meal.

When it was time to cut the cake, Vincent handed the knife to Roxanne.

"Anne, I want you to cut the cake. Will you do it for me?"

Roxanne took the knife.

The cake was a homemade double-decker.

Cutting through it proved a bit challenging.

Vincent nudged Harrison, "Aren't you going to help her?"

Harrison remained unmoved.

Vincent shot him a glare, "Do you expect me to cut my own cake for you?"

Harrison, his face as icy as ever, moved next to Roxanne.

His large hand held the knife, making contact with Roxanne's hand in the process. Roxanne became tensed at his touch.

Her discomfort and resistance were clear to Harrison.