Hazel said, “ Got it, you're so thoughtful. What about that blind date I mentioned before?”
Nora replied, “ Sis, can you give me a break? I just broke up. Enjoy your dinner, don't be rude, and stop texting me.”
Hazel took a deep sigh.
Gosh! Fate, anyone couldn't force it.
In the past, Hazel had been crazy about a guy for years, but he didn't feel the same.
Finally, she married Alexander, who had been silently taking care of her.
Her sister, Nora, was the same. She had loved Harrison for so many years and had a crush on him since she was little, but in the end, it was all in vain.
Who knew when Nora would bounce back?
"What's with the sigh?" Alexander turned his head, looking at Hazel with affection, "Don't like the food?"
Hazel shook her head, "No, it's delicious."
Roxanne and Chloe both noticed Alexander’s affection for his wife.
In the mess of her marriage, Chloe, who had long lost faith in love, seemed to see the existence of love again.
Turned out not all men were jerks.
It was just that she wasn’t lucky enough to meet one.
Chloe felt that her life had been ruined by Oliver, and even if they got divorced successfully, she didn't think she would meet a good man again.
What could she, a divorced woman, hope for in the future?
All she hoped for was a smooth divorce, to get custody of the kids, and to raise them well. Then, she would consider her life complete.
But she never expected that her true love was right in front of her, Alexander, a good man who was hard to find even with a lantern.
Of course, that was a story for another day.
After dinner, Alexander didn't expect Roxanne to pay the bill when she went out to make a call.
He had explicitly told the restaurant manager not to let Chloe and Roxanne pay.
But Roxanne insisted on paying.
When the waiter told Alexander, he looked at Roxanne, who had just sat down, and frowned, "Ms. Martinez, why did you pay the bill? I thought I was treating."
"Mr. Alexander, this dinner is to thank you for helping Chloe yesterday." Roxanne said calmly, "How can we let you pay?"
Alexander said, "If I knew you were so determined to pay, I would've taken you to a food stall. I don’t mean anything by it. I just don't want you guys to spend money."
Roxanne was curious, "Mr. Alexander, with your status, you go eat street food?"
Alexander replied, "What's so strange about that? Many multi-millionaires casually dress and go eat street food. And, I have a friend, worth billions, who eats street food with his wife, who buys him affordable clothes that cost around $40-50."
Chloe and Roxanne silently counted in their hearts.
A billionaire that ate street food?
Roxanne asked with curiosity, "Your friend is really down to earth."
Alexander started telling the story, "Not exactly. My friend has an estate, grows organic vegetables, and raises a bunch of livestock. These cows were imported, worth tens of thousands of dollars. He never eats at food stalls. Mainly because he married a woman who loves street food, his lifestyle and eating habits follow hers. His wife loves canned sardines. When he told me this, I couldn't believe it."
Roxanne said, "Your friend's wife is really lucky. She married a billionaire, and he spoils her. It's like a story from a novel."
Alexander chuckled, "Indeed, my friend really spoils his wife."
Chloe said, "Thank you guys; you're so kind."
...
That night Roxanne returned to her rented house alone.
This was Harrison's third day on his business trip to London.
Home was still home, and she had kept it spotless.
The small space made the whole place feel cluttered, but Roxanne felt a bit empty.
Perhaps it was because Harrison wasn't home. That was why she felt so hollow.
They had been married for over a month now.
Eating together, chatting, and riding the e-bike to work, even though they haven't experienced married life fully, Roxanne seemed to have gotten used to having Harrison as her husband.
Maybe it was because she had been used to being alone since she was little, never really feeling the warmth of a family. Just with a little bit of kindness, a bit of warmth, and company from anyone, she started to rely on it.
Without Harrison around, the house felt kind of lonely.
She sent a WhatsApp message to Harrison in London, "Harrison, how's it going over there? Is everything running smoothly? When are you coming back?"
She was not very good at expressing herself, so she didn't tell Harrison that she had been feeling a bit out of sorts since he left.
Harrison, busy as he was, replied to her an hour later.
He sent a voice message.
Roxanne clicked to play it, and Harrison's deep and captivating voice filled her ears.
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