The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 256

"Harrison, should I be thankful that you’re still considering my feelings like this?"

"Don't say it like that." Harrison was filled with a sense of guilt, "I've failed you."

He wished he could just knock himself out.

Roxanne fell silent.

Suddenly, she felt a chill.

The bright morning sun was streaming in through the window, casting a warm glow on her bed.

Just by reaching out, she could feel the warmth of the sunlight on her fingertips.

The sunlight made her tightly clenched hand, exposed outside of the blanket, appear completely pale.

Pale without a trace of blood.

Even her smooth fingernails were pale and lifeless.

She clenched the blanket even tighter.

She swallowed hard several times, then lifted her lips in exhaustion.

"Harrison, I didn't sleep well last night. Can you let me get some rest first?"

Harrison looked at her, "Would you like to have some breakfast first?"

She shook her head.

She had no appetite to eat.

Her heart was near death.

She was just putting on a facade.

Harrison rubbed her head, "Then get some sleep. We can talk later when you wake up."

"What else do you want to talk to me about?"

Roxanne looked at him with a wry smile.

"You want to talk about how you suggested that I terminate the pregnancy so the child won’t grow up in a single-parent family?"

"Or perhaps you want to discuss how you’re doing this for my own good so that I can marry someone else without any restrictions?"

Harrison opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.

He felt that anything he said would be inadequate.

He just continued to rub her head and said soothingly, "You should get some sleep first."

As she watched Harrison leave the room, Roxanne sat on the edge of the bed for a long time.

Perhaps she was just too tired.

She lay down and curled up in the blanket.

Even though she was exhausted and wanted to sleep, there was a tense in her brain.

The more she tried to sleep, the more elusive it became.

But this wasn't the time for grieving or weeping.

She needed to get some sleep to regain her strength.

Only then would she have the energy and a clear mind to think about what to do next.

After going downstairs, Harrison originally intended to head to the hospital.

But he didn't get into the car.

Leaning against the car door, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

As he exhaled the smoke, the swirling smoke formed a shroud around his troubled face .

The sunlight fell diagonally across his figure, casting a dashing silhouette over his well-dressed attire, yet his expression remained grim and disheveled.

The world around him might have been vibrant, but in his eyes, it appeared ashen and lifeless.

He took another deep drag.

Suddenly, he started coughing harshly.

Anthony handed him a bottle of soda water, "Mr. Harrison, please stop smoking and have some water."

Though he was still coughing, he took another drag of his cigarette, "Leave me alone for a while."

Anthony didn't say anything more and he stepped back and respectfully stood at a distance.

Watching his boss, Mr. Harrison, smoking one cigarette after another.

But the worry on his face grew more pronounced.

Even the bright spring day seemed to lose its luster because of his sadness.