Chapter 224

Harrison's POV

Sunday night, and I was at home on my Marwood & Pine sofa, pretending to focus on the documents I'd brought from the office. Pathetic, I knew. A man my age spending the weekend reviewing contracts instead of enjoying London. But ever since Friday, ever since Chelsea's disastrous party, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Della.

Especially because of the message I'd received mo