The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 243

Carrying the clothes that Roxanne had bought him, Harrison climbed into the car.

As they drove away from the estate and covered a few hundred yards, Anthony spotted Roxanne waiting by the roadside, probably for the uber.

"Mr. Rodriguez," Anthony ventured, "Mrs. Rodriguez is over there. Should we give her a lift?"

"Stop the car," Harrison instructed.

A thrill of hope surged within Anthony. He thought Harrison’s attitude might have become softened, ready to let Roxanne into the car.

Instead, Harrison handed him a shopping bag without a trace of emotion. "Return this to her."

"Mr. Rodriguez," Anthony persuaded. "If you don't want to wear the shirt Mrs. Rodriguez bought, you can simply leave it in the closet. It won’t hurt. Giving it back to her might hurt her feelings."

Harrison's face was emotionless. "When did you start giving unsolicited advice?"

Anthony felt the action was heartlessly cruel, "Mr. Rodriguez, Mrs. Rodriguez bought you a t-shirt out of kindness."

"I don't need her kindness," Harrison replied icily, tossing the shopping to Anthony.

With no other choice, Anthony took the bag and got out of the car.

Roxanne had spotted Harrison's Rolls Royce.

She thought when the car stopped, they were to offer her a ride.

She was still considering whether to accept the offer or not.

But then, Anthony approached her with the t-shirt she had bought for Harrison, "Mrs. Rodriguez, Mr. Rodriguez asked me to return this to you."

"Did he say anything else?" Roxanne asked, her hand clenching the bag tightly.

Anthony shook his head, "No, he just told me to return it. Take care, Mrs. Rodriguez. I have to drive Mr. Rodriguez home."

She watched as Anthony went back to the car.

The rear window of the vehicle remained tightly shut.

Roxanne had been in Harrison's car before.

His window tint was excellent. From inside, they could see out, but from the outside, everything within was shrouded in darkness.

She couldn't see Harrison in the backseat, couldn't see his expression as Anthony handed back the shirt.

He probably looked indifferent.

As the car disappeared around the bend in the lake, Roxanne still stood there, taring blankly.

Maybe it was due to being near the lake.

The wind rose.

It was strong.

Roxanne felt a chill enveloping her.

Her heart felt it too.

Yes, it was just the strong wind. That's all.

She was fine.

She was okay.

But why was it so cold, even though it was summer?

The shirt in her hand felt cold, devoid of any warmth.

Since Harrison didn't want it, and had returned it to her, there was no use in her keeping it.

Before her uber arrived, she threw the shirt into a trashcan by the roadside.

She vowed never to ask for trouble like today again.

As the Rolls Royce disappeared into the distance, Anthony, watching the man in the rearview mirror, rubbing between his eyebrows, ventured,

"Mr. Rodriguez, is there really no chance of you and Mrs. Rodriguez getting back together?"

Harrison put down his hand, "Just drive."

The wise do not fall in love.

It was a mistake he had made.

Ever since she left Harrison's estate, Roxanne's business had been thriving.

In six months, her overseas orders had increased tenfold.

The company had expanded.

Busy with work, she seemed to forget the pain that her divorce had brought.

She and Harrison were truly from two different worlds, like two parallel lines that would never meet.

One was the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven, going to fancy places everyday, driven around in luxurious cars, with bodyguards clearing the way, and owning a private jet for business trips.

The other was an ordinary woman who had come to Seraphim Haven to make a living. Even though she was now well-off, she was still frugal, commuting by electric scooter and eating at roadside diners.

But it didn't work.

It was snowing heavily.

And the temperature was extremely low.

After a failed marriage and a miscarriage, she was no longer the young girl who wasn't afraid of the cold.

Her dorm was the first one by the stairwell on the third floor, just around the corner of a hallway.

As she blew on her chilled hands for warmth, a pair of well-polished leather shoes suddenly emerged from around the corner.

Subconsciously, she felt a twinge of nervousness.

Because those shoes seemed vaguely familiar.

No, more than familiar.

She knew them too well.

They were the same shoes that Harrison put on the shelf every day when they lived together after their marriage.

She herself had polished those shoes daily for Harrison, so how could she not recognize them?

She didn't dare to look up.

Could it be Harrison?

In that moment, her breathing, which had been warming her cold hands, was suddenly halted.

Her mind went blank.

She even forgot the cold.

Instead, she felt a rush of warmth spreading through her body.

When she heard Harrison's voice, her ears burned with heat.

It was Harrison's voice.

Harrison said, "I've been waiting for you for quite some time."

It was only then that Roxanne slowly lifted her gaze.

Harrison, dressed in a camel-colored coat, stood before her, appearing almost like a mirage.

Why would the man who'd told her to cut off all contact, to keep her distance, and to not associate with him, suddenly appear at the doorstep of her dorm?