The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 271

The infant in the cradle was as cute as a button, all soft and adorable.

She was contentedly full.

Licking her plump little lips, stretching her tiny hands and feet, she curled up to take a nap.

Even the faint smell of milk that wafted around her was enchanting.

Harrison was utterly smitten.

His gaze fixated on the dimple-cheeked face of the tiny tot, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

For the past several months, he had been living in a constant state of repressed guilt and solitude, misunderstood and hurting.

Watching his little girl now, his heart found a moment of tranquility.

A brief respite from the pain.

His soul found great comfort.

She was his daughter!

His own flesh and blood, his precious baby girl!!

How could there be such an adorable little creature in this world!!!

She was so lovable that it seemed as if she possessed some magical healing power that could mend all the heartaches.

That magical power was probably the bond between a father and his daughter.

Just one glance at the little munchkin was enough to stir up a deep sense of paternal love in Harrison.

He desperately wanted to hold her.

But when he reached out, Roxanne, who was holding the baby, moved back a bit.

She took a step back, "She just had milk, you can't hold her."

Her voice was straightforward and cold.

It snapped Harrison out of his serene reverie, and dragged him back to the harsh reality.

His outstretched hand froze mid-air.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling awkward and defeated.

Eventually, his hand fell back to his side, hanging listlessly.

His tall, imposing figure suddenly looked a little forlorn.

His face, however, still maintained an air of dignified calmness.

However, beneath that composed facade, his heart was aching.

She was his own child.

But he wasn't even allowed to hold her.

Who was to blame for this predicament?

Wasn't it him?

He deserved it!

Roxanne held the little munchkin tightly.

She glanced at him, "She is not used to strangers. She might cry and throw up the milk she just had."

The word 'stranger' felt like a dagger to Harrison's heart.

Despite always being calm under pressure, his eyes couldn't hide the defeat and desolation.

Roxanne couldn't understand him.

He was the one who originally insisted on not having the child.

Why was he now looking at the child with such affection?

Perhaps there wasn't any right or wrong in this world.

Just the cruel games that fate plays on people.

Just like their daughter.

Despite Harrison's insistence on not having her, the girl still came into this world, becoming Harrison's deepest attachment.

Seeing the defeat and desolation in Harrison's eyes, Roxanne felt a sense of melancholy.

But she didn't say anything.

She silently walked past Harrison, and left.

When she returned to Vincent, she handed the baby over to the nanny.

"Fiona, she just had milk. Could you hold her?"

Fiona took the baby.

In front of Vincent, Roxanne confidently said,

"Dad, it's getting late, I should go. If you want to see the baby, you can come over anytime. I'm still living at the old place."

With that, she went to pack up her things.

Vincent then turned to Harrison, who had followed them.

In a low voice, he asked, "Did you see the little one?"

The dignified and composed Harrison just hummed in response.

His gaze still fixated on the baby in the nanny's arms.