Chapter 135: Mourning
His door opened to reveal another woman between her husband’s legs in the office. The woman gasped in shock at the intrusion.
Mrs. Harrison stood at the threshold, her expression serene despite the unexpected scene before her. She arched an eyebrow, her gaze shifting from her husband to the woman who now stood frozen in embarrassment.
"Well, this is certainly a surprise," she remarked casually, as if stumbling upon such situations was an everyday occurrence for her. She maintained an air of nonchalance, refusing to let any hint of shock or anger surface.
Mr. Harrison, oblivious to his wife’s presence, finally looked up from his desk, his expression registering confusion before recognition dawned. He scrambled to sit up, attempting to compose himself, but Mrs. Harrison’s demeanor remained unchanged.
"Ah, my dear," Mr. Harrison began, his voice faltering as he searched for an explanation that would satisfy his wife’s inevitable questions.
Mrs. Harrison simply waved a dismissive hand. "No need for explanations, darling," she said, her tone light and unfazed. "I must say, though, this is quite an interesting choice for a midday rendezvous."
The other woman, now red-faced and mortified, mumbled an apology and hastily retreated from the room, leaving the Harrisons alone in their awkward tableau.
Mrs. Harrison maintained her composed demeanor, her expression betraying none of the turmoil swirling beneath the surface. As she watched the other woman scurry out of the room, she turned her attention back to her husband, her gaze unwavering
Mr. Harrison cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure, but his wife’s calm demeanor only served to unsettle him further.