The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 274

Roxanne gazed at Harrison with a calmness that was unsettling.

"You're awake?"

The sight she presented was the last thing Harrison wanted to see - her tranquility was unnerving.

A wave of pain rolled over him, crashing against his chest.

Even his towering figure, standing at six foot three, seemed to be shrouded in an air of melancholy.

He managed a polite response, "I apologize for disturbing you last night."

His head was pounding as the effects of the alcohol waned.

It felt like it was about to explode.

His throat was parched, and his voice hoarse.

He had an inkling of what had transpired the previous night. Alexander must have brought him here after he had too many drinks.

Once again, he said politely, "I should get going."

Roxanne didn't respond. Instead, she walked over to the open-concept kitchen.

Seeing Harrison heading for the door, she said nonchalantly, "Have some water, eat breakfast before you leave. I have something to discuss with you."

Harrison halted in his tracks, he didn't leave.

Roxanne brought over water and some oatmeal to the table.

She gestured towards him, "Come over."

Harrison didn't want to leave in the first place.

When Roxanne called him over, there was a glimmer of relief in his heart.

Maybe she still cared about him.

That's why she made him a stomach-friendly breakfast and warm lemon water.

When he gulped down the water, it was like a resurgence of life, as though he was revitalized.

Yes.

Revitalized.

Without Roxanne, he was merely a walking corpse.

Just a cup of water from her was enough to set his heart beating once more.

Roxanne prepared two bowls of oatmeal.

She fetched some light sides to complement the meal.

She handed him a portion of non-spicy pickles and scrambled eggs with hash browns.

"Breakfast isn't much, but it'll do."

She enjoyed spicy food.

As she savored her oatmeal with spicy pickles, she prepared to discuss the matter at hand with Harrison.

Harrison too, tucked into the oatmeal.

A simple bowl of oatmeal, but it was filled with flavors of memories.

The taste of ordinary life.

A taste that he, the most affluent man in Seraphim Haven, couldn't buy with his wealth.

He put down his spoon, "Roxanne, it must've been tough for you this past year, hasn't it?"

Roxanne paused for a moment.

She grabbed a few more strands of pickles and mixed it into her oatmeal, swallowing it down.

The usually appetizing side dish suddenly lost its flavor.

The bland oatmeal was rather difficult to swallow.

But she responded breezily, "It wasn't too bad. We managed."

"I'm sorry!" Harrison blurted out, full of remorse, "I have let you and our daughter down."

"It's in the past, let's not talk about it." Roxanne seemed to be focused on her oatmeal, but memories of childbirth filled her heart with bitterness.

Harrison said earnestly, "Roxanne, the biggest mistake I've ever made was giving up on you and our child. I want to make it up to you, I want to win you back."

Upon hearing these words, Roxanne didn't react.

She had finished her oatmeal.

She placed the bowl down and looked up.

Harrison was getting nervous.

He stiffened, "Roxanne, I'm sure you don't want Angela to grow up in a single-parent family..."

Roxanne cut him off, "I want to discuss Angela's situation with you."

"Angela needs her father." Harrison echoed.