The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 217

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Harrison looked troubled.

Roxanne was mad; he knew it.

"Women just love to vent. You get used to it."

Taking one last look at Roxanne, who was tearing at flower petals, Harrison set off for the headquarters of the Rodriguez Group.

Stepping out of the elevator, he passed by Alexander's office.

Just as Alexander came out and saw him still wearing the same ordinary suit Roxanne had bought for him every day, Alexander couldn't resist teasing him.

"Harrison, how is it? Does the suit your wife bought you feel more comfortable? You've regained your billionaire status. Aren't you planning on a wardrobe upgrade?"

Harrison shot Alexander a glance and responded swiftly, "Jealous? Get your wife to buy you one."

"Harrison, are you messing with me?" Alexander was not pleased.

He knew about Hazel's betrayal. He was already divorced from Hazel.

He didn't have a wife anymore.

And Harrison was deliberately saying such hurtful words.

But Alexander didn't want to pick a fight with Harrison.

He warned, "Heads up, some big overseas companies are eyeing our 6G-Technology. They've been causing us problems. You, Roxanne, and the chairman better not travel abroad these days."

They both entered Harrison's office.

They discussed work briefly.

When it was over, Alexander asked, "Any trouble between you and Roxanne lately? Is she adjusting to being a housewife?"

"She'll get used to it," Harrison seemed thoughtful as he answered.

"I don't get you. Why do you insist on Roxanne being a housewife? And she's not mad at you?" That was what puzzled Alexander.

Roxanne loved her work. Could she really stand being idle at home?

Harrison tossed the file in his hand aside and asked, "What's wrong with being a housewife?"

"Harrison, I have a feeling Roxanne not getting mad at you is a bit off. She might explode one day, suddenly asking for a divorce," Alexander expressed his concerns.

Harrison shot him a cold look, "Do you really wish for my downfall, hoping I'll get divorced?"

Alexander reasoned with him, "I'm trying to help you here. Don't force your ideas onto Roxanne."

Harrison didn't know what to say.

Alexander added, "Her good friend, Chloe, was a housewife before and got dumped by her husband. She's definitely going to be against the idea.

Plus, Roxanne is a workaholic. She loves earning her own money. Forcing her to be a housewife is like asking for her life."

Harrison frowned, "Even you don't understand that I'm doing this for Roxanne's good?"

Alexander chuckled, "Whether it's for her good or not is up to Roxanne."

At an international top-tier floral club.

Roxanne was angry, with nowhere to vent.

She couldn't communicate with Harrison.

In front of Vincent, she had to pretend to be lovey-dovey with Harrison.

Even if she had feelings, she couldn't vent them.

She could only snip off those beautiful and delicate flowers.

Beautiful flowers scattered, and petals fell.

A classic beauty was doing floral arrangements next to her and her outfit perfectly matched the atmosphere.

Seeing the destroyed flowers, she couldn't hide her dissatisfaction anymore.

"Mrs. Rodriguez, maybe I could teach you some flower arranging techniques?" The florist suggested.

Roxanne put down the scissors and said, "I'm not interested."

The florist felt awkward, "Mrs. Rodriguez, your husband asked me to send the flowers you made to his office."

It made her feel uncomfortable.

She still preferred canned herring.

"You're having canned herring. What about me?" Harrison asked.

"It's ready." Roxanne went to the kitchen, brought out another bowl of cooked canned herring, and said, "Here."

Harrison raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied, "You want me to eat this?"

That was just like when they just got their marriage certificate, and she bought him clothes from street vendors.

Roxanne sat down and continued eating her canned herring.

She was eating and talking at the same time, "You shut down my company just to get me used to your filthy rich lifestyle, forcing me to live a life I don't fancy every single day. I put up with it. So why can't you eat canned fish?"

Harrison seemed lost for words.

After finishing her canned herring, Roxanne looked up and said, "Moreover, marriage is about mutual understanding, tolerance, and sacrifice, not just one-sided. I put up with you. So, you should too."

"Eat up," she said, pushing the canned fish toward him.

Harrison didn't like the taste.

Since the day they started living together, he had never gotten used to it.

Still, he swallowed hard and put it in his mouth.

Roxanne added a lot of vinegar to his bowl.

Besides sour pickles, she also spooned in a good amount of garlic just for him.

Harrison could not take it anymore.

He was barely eating it as it was, but then he outright stopped, reaching out to stop Roxanne, "Anne, no more."

"If I say eat, you eat." Roxanne kept adding more garlic.

Harrison grabbed her hand, shamelessly saying, "I'm afraid if I eat too much garlic, you'll dislike me when I kiss you."