The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 29

Harrison just sidled up to Roxanne, but he didn't kiss her.

He bent down, picking up a strand of hair from Roxanne's clothes.

Just a slight move, and Harrison could have kissed her.

But he didn't.

After picking up the hair, he slowly stood up, creating a distance between him and Roxanne.

Then he softly spoke up.

"You had a hair on your clothes."

Roxanne let out a sigh of relief.

She thought Harrison was going to kiss her, which had her on edge.

To avoid awkwardness, she turned around to attend to some customers.

After these customers left, Harrison suddenly asked her, "How many bags do you sell in a day? How much money do you make? When are you planning to pack up?"

On Saturdays and Sundays, Roxanne had time to set up a stall.

But from Monday to Friday, she had to work and then run the stall until late in the night after work.

As her husband, he promised to help her run the stall.

But this was taking up too much of his time in the long run.

His time was precious.

Being here with her felt like a waste.

He needed to find a way to make her pack up earlier.

Roxanne thought for a moment, "I need to make at least thirty bucks. Today, a lot of people just came to look and didn't buy anything. I guess it might be because your photos have been circulating on the university campus network, and they just came to check out the hottie."

Today's business wasn't as good as yesterday's.

Roxanne was a bit disappointed.

Harrison sat back in his chair and took out his phone.

He sent a message to Alexander, “My wife set up a stall at the West Lake Park. Send someone to help her with her business.”

Alexander thought to himself, wow, Harrison actually set up a stall with this woman?

A street stall?

This was far from his elegant and wealthy lifestyle.

Alexander found it hard to imagine how he could be setting up a stall with his wife in the bustling and messy Night Fair.

Alexander quickly replied, “Got it; I'll arrange it right away.”

Just like yesterday, Vincent cooked and packed meals for them.

You could tell that Vincent put a lot of effort into cooking.

Roxanne had never seen the fish he fried before; it must have been a good kind of fish.

But Roxanne liked spicy food.

The meals Vincent had been cooking these past few days were all light and nutritious. So light that it didn't whet her appetite.

Roxanne bought a spicy taco and ate it heartily.

Halfway through her meal, some customers came to try on clothes, and she went to serve them.

Vincent asked, "Harrison, I heard from Alexander that he's about to send someone to help Anne with her business."

Harrison picked up a small piece of pan-seared deep-sea fish, ate it nonchalantly, and casually responded.

His demeanor was out of place in this environment.

Vincent quickly reminded him, "Harrison, can you eat faster? Don't be so slow. This isn't a high-end restaurant; at least adapt to the environment."

Harrison retorted, "Do you want me to eat fast?"

"Even if you don't eat fast, at least don't be so formal. Look at the vendors here; nobody eats like you!"

Harrison continued to eat his pan-seared deep-sea fish leisurely, saying, "I'm not a real small trader; I don't need to pretend."

Whatever, let it be.

Vincent sighed, "I don't ask too much of you, nor can I really have you fully immersed in Roxanne's life. I'm happy that at least you now know to take care of your wife and know that sometimes you have to find someone to help with her business, so she can pack up earlier."