The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 206

Roxanne was feeling washed out, both physically and emotionally. The miscarriage had knocked the wind out of her sails.

Harrison’s cold, sharp words accusing her of deciding the fate of their unborn child cut her to the quick.

She was flat out on the bed. Even speaking seemed too much like hard work.

“Do I need to keep telling you that the miscarriage wasn’t on purpose?" Roxanne retorted, weary to the bone.

“Who’s going to believe you?” Harrison was still seething, his words laced with bitterness.

He tried to keep a lid on his feelings, but he lost it. “Did you get rid of the baby so you could divorce me without any strings attached?”

“Harrison, you…” Roxanne was so choked up that she was on the verge of tears.

This was beyond the pale!

Roxanne, usually as placid as a millpond, was at her wits end with Harrison.

Barely managing to contain her anger, she shot back, “Aren’t you the big cheese of the Rodriguez Group? Aren’t you supposed to be super competent, sharp as a tack, and wise beyond your years? Why not have your bodyguards and minions dig into whether I aborted the baby on purpose or if it was a miscarriage?

How can you just point the finger at me without getting your facts straight? Don’t you, as a top dog, have the ability to see the big picture?”

She was so angry that it felt like a ton of bricks was weighing down on her.

The more she spoke, the more she felt like crying.

But she stubbornly held back her tears.

“I just had a miscarriage, and I’m weak as a kitten. Are you here to take care of me or make things worse? Do you even know how to look after someone who’s had a miscarriage?”

If he apologized now, she would forgive him.

But if he continued to misunderstand and blame her without knowing the truth, there would be no way she could forgive this man.

A miscarriage could wreak havoc on a woman's body, sometimes even more so than childbirth.

He didn't show a shred of sympathy, nor did he take care of her.

She was seriously ticked off.

Harrison didn’t know what had gotten into him. Usually, he was as cool as a cucumber, but whenever it had something to do with Roxanne, he couldn’t keep his cool.

Maybe it was because he cared about Roxanne too much.

Caring too much about someone could make you lose your marbles.

But hearing what Roxanne said made him realize he was in the wrong.

He softened a bit, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have added to your troubles, but you shouldn't have done the abortion without telling me.”

Hearing this, Roxanne burst into tears.

She couldn’t stop the waterworks, “So, you still think I had an abortion on purpose? Don’t I even have your trust after being so sincere?”

She had always believed in him, hanging on his every word.

Even when he had lied to her countless times, she was still naive enough to believe him.

Why couldn’t he believe her?

She felt so wronged.

Normally, she was so bubbly, so upbeat, so determined, but now she was a blubbering mess.

She bit her lip as tears streamed down her face.

Seeing her tears made Harrison’s heartache.

He had always wanted to treat her right, pamper her, protect her, and never let her suffer.

But he had made her cry after she had just suffered a miscarriage.

He had really crossed the line.

Harrison was kicking himself. He reached out to wipe her tears, but Roxanne brushed his hand away.

“You don’t have to put on a show.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you so angry.”

“I’m beat. I’m going to bed.” Roxanne yanked the covers over her body and head, refusing to look at him again.

Her face was red and swollen from crying under the covers.

Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

Her slender body curled up, shaking with sobs.

Harrison gently patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her, but she still shrugged him off.

He was at a loss. He had made her cry, and he didn’t know how to make it up to her.

That meant he still didn't trust her.

This time, Roxanne really didn't want to deal with Harrison anymore.

She pulled the blanket over herself again.

Harrison, fearing she might suffocate, pulled the blanket off.

She pulled it back over.

He pulled it off again.

This went on for a while.

Finally, Roxanne simply turned her back to him and fell silent.

Harrison straightened the blanket for her and asked, "Do you want some water?"

"No," she answered, a bit angrily.

He asked again, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"No," she said. How could she eat anything right now? Anger was the only emotion she could feel.

"Then you should sleep." Harrison turned off the light, straightened her blanket again, and sat by the bed, ready to keep her company.

Roxanne, with her back turned to him, and almost laughed out in anger.

This man, how could she even describe him?

If he was a good man, why did he make her cry so much when she miscarried?

If he was a bad man, why would he stay to take care of her?

Such a contradictory man.

Harrison sat on the chair for about half an hour. Roxanne couldn't bear to watch him sitting there any longer.

She moved to the inside of the bed.

This was a hint for him to get into bed.

But Harrison didn't seem to get the hint and kept sitting in the chair.

Roxanne turned to look at him and, with a very serious tone, expressed her concern, "What are you doing sitting there? Trying to catch a cold? There's space on the bed, and you won't sleep; are you out of your mind?"