The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 197

The word "Darling" flashed on the screen, leaving Roxanne feeling pretty bummed.

Even when Harrison called her back, it didn't do much to lift her spirits.

Her phone used to display "Harrison"; she couldn't remember when she changed his name to "Darling."

She started to care about Harrison unconsciously.

She realized it too late, feeling like a frog in slowly boiling water, unable to escape.

The soup was still bubbling in the pot, and her stomach started to hurt.

With a hand on her stomach, she turned off the stove and answered Harrison's call.

"Sorry!" Harrison's tone was somewhat soothing, "I was in the shower, and didn't hear your call."

"Where are you showering?" Roxanne asked while cleaning up the soup splashed on the table.

The more she wiped, the messier the table got.

She tried to hide her unease, but the more she tried, the more chaotic her heart felt.

Harrison, however, kept lying with a straight face, "I’m showering in our bedroom’s bathroom. This is the only one at home.”

What a joke!?

He was clearly lying. Their house was just over a hundred square meters, quite small.

He could totally hear the phone ringing in the bedroom when he was in the bathroom.

She had tested this many times.

Harrison was definitely not home.

She remembered once running into Harrison in a luxury residence called Grandeur Meadows.

In Seraphim Haven, that was top-tier, and those who could afford to live there were all billionaires.

Right, Alexander also lived there.

Harrison would go back to his mansion when she wasn't home.

Did he really need to lie to her over and over again?

She threw the trash on the table into the garbage can and washed her hands under the faucet.

She tried to cool down.

She wanted to handle this problem calmly, "Harrison, did you think about what I asked you last time?"

"Did you?" Harrison countered.

"About what?" Roxanne asked.

Harrison put his phone on a shelf in the closet and turned on the speakerphone.

He pulled out a robe and put it on before answering, "Do you think it's normal for us to live apart for such a long time and rarely see each other? Is that a normal marriage?"

The feeling of being neglected washed over him.

Harrison looked at the word "wife" on his phone screen, his eyes turning cold.

His phone used to display "Roxanne".

Back then, she was just his wife in the legal sense.

But now, she was his life partner, the only woman who would bear his children.

He couldn't stand this feeling of long-term neglect.

Even when he took the initiative, all he got was her attitude of placing work above him.

This was something he couldn't accept.

He asked again, "Do you think you qualify as a wife?"

Roxanne couldn’t keep her cool anymore; she forgot to turn off the faucet, and the water kept running.

"Harrison, who are you to question whether I'm a qualified wife? Do you see yourself as a qualified husband?"

"Am I not qualified?" Harrison retorted coldly.

Despite being the richest man in Seraphim Haven, he had lowered his status to live with her.

When she ate at street stalls, he followed.

The rental house she lived in was as small as his bathroom at home, yet he followed.

He had made so many changes to adapt to her, did she know?

Suddenly, he felt a bit wronged, lowering his status to please her.

He relaxed his hands and drooped his shoulders.