The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 213

Roxanne forced a smile, "Harrison, you're pulling my leg, right?"

Harrison frowned, staring at her.

She took two steps forward, standing in front of him.

Worriedly, she said, "Harrison, talk to me; you're just joking, right?"

"Roxanne, being my wife isn't so hard. You can take it easy at home, read books, garden, learn piano, go shopping, watch movies, travel, whatever you like." Harrison confidently explained.

Roxanne already had her answer. She gave a bitter smile.

He wasn't joking with her. Everything he said was true.

He really did shut down her company.

Her eyes were filled with pain and confusion.

"Harrison, you're right. Being your wife, I could have it easy.

I could indeed just lounge around, spending your money with your credit card every day, living the carefree life of a rich housewife. A wife spending her husband's money is indeed expected. You're just looking out for me. I get it.

But, Harrison, you shut down my company without even discussing it with me. Did you ever respect me?"

Harrison reached out, trying to hold her.

She stepped back, creating a distance between them.

That move seemed to set a boundary between them.

"Roxanne. If you weren't so overworked, our first child might not have miscarried. Yes, I admit, what I did that night might have hurt the baby. But you also have to admit, your overwork afterwards was also a factor leading to the miscarriage. Roxanne, listen to me. Come home and be my wife, okay?"

Harrison tried to approach her again.

She stepped back again, blocking his hand.

"Harrison, I don't want to argue with you right now. I don't want to debate right and wrong. I think we both need to cool down and think things through."

"What do you need to think about?" Harrison frowned, "You want to divorce me?"

"I don't know. I don't want to talk to you right now. I don't want to see you."

She quickly changed her clothes and left the bedroom.

She went downstairs.

She arrived at the garage.

Anthony was there, wiping the car.

"Anthony, could you give me a lift to my company?" Roxanne asked, standing in front of Anthony.

Anthony, with cloth in hand, stood up and glanced at Roxanne, then at Harrison, who had followed her.

Both looked off.

Did they have a fight?

Weren't they lovey-dovey just the previous day?

"Anthony, could you give me a lift to my company?" Seeing Anthony frozen, Roxanne repeated.

Anthony didn't answer; he looked questioningly at Harrison and said, "Sir..."

Harrison gestured Anthony that seemed to have had a meaning of, “Go ahead”.

Anthony quickly understood and prepared to leave.

The keys in his hand were suddenly snatched by Roxanne.

If he wouldn't take her, she'd drive herself.

She could actually drive.

The keys she snatched were for the Bugatti.

She pressed the key, a white sports car beeped twice, and the lock opened.

Roxanne went straight to the car and sat inside.

She started the engine and began to drive away.

Her movements were smooth and precise, not hesitant at all.

Anthony was a bit surprised, "Mr. Harrison, she never drove that Bugatti before. What if she's unfamiliar with the car and something happens?"

A scratch on that luxury car would have cost a fortune to fix.

"Mr. Harrison, what if she damages the car?" Anthony looked at the expressionless Harrison.