Divorce was something that would cause him relentless spasms of pain.
Despite being the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven, having a successful career, he made a mess of his marriage. And to top it all, it was his own doing.
This was indeed fodder for Dominic's mockery.
Dominic said brusquely, “Harrison, you have no one to blame but yourself for not cherishing Roxanne.”
The next day, Roxanne got up early.
Last night, Harrison unexpectedly proposed remarriage, and Dominic expressed his intentions to pursue her again.
She was unable to sleep in the beginning.
But after working non-stop for over thirty hours, she was exhausted.
She slept until ten o'clock the next day.
The first WhatsApp message she saw upon waking was from Harrison: Call me when you wake up.
Harrison was a man she found quite hard to figure out.
When he was cold and unfeeling, he was capable of metaphorically stabbing her without a second thought.
But when he intended to get anything he desired, he could really be thick-skinned.
He had ended things so cleanly back then.
And yet he had the audacity to pretend nothing had happened now.
Looking at the WhatsApp message from Harrison, Roxanne was filled with mixed emotions.
Was he serious about remarrying?
If they got back together and ran into disagreements or emotional turmoil, would Harrison block and delete her again?
Would he support her career?
And many other questions would surely pop up in the future.
She was afraid that if she agreed to remarry Harrison, she would fall deeper this time. If she got hurt again, would she be able to pick herself up?
After all that she'd been through, she felt like she had turned into a clam.
The harder the exterior, the softer the interior.
Only by tightly shutting her feelings out could she protect herself.
But this self-protection was not healthy.
She knew this.
After waking up, she sat on her bedside, thinking calmly for over an hour, and finally had an answer in her mind.
She quickly got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and tidied herself up.
Then she called Harrison.
Harrison's car was parked outside her factory.
A Lincoln.
It stood out quite remarkably on the oil road of the industrial area.
When Roxanne's call came in, he answered almost immediately, “You awake?”
Hearing his voice still made her nervous.
Roxanne took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, “Where are you? We need to talk.”
“I'm outside your factory gate. The black Lincoln with extra length, do you want to come down? Or should I come up to your dorm?”
“I'll go down.”
The snow had stopped.
But it was colder than yesterday.
Roxanne wore a thick down jacket, her slender and tall figure hidden within the bloated coat.
But she still looked bright and charming.
Despite being dressed in a clumsy way, she looked spruce.
Just like the first time he saw her.
As Harrison, leaning against the car door, walked towards her, he asked, “Just got up?”
“Hmm, still a bit tired.” Roxanne, in the freezing cold, rubbed her icy hands.
“Let me warm them for you.” Harrison grabbed her hand, his large palm easily enveloping her small ones.
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