The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 281

Harrison remained silent.

The silence struck Roxanne like a sword, piercing her heart.

It felt like a burning ache, a torrent of emotions welling up within her.

Her eyes watered, her nose stung, and her throat tightened in waves.

She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, her voice failed her.

She could not forget the painful memory of pleading with Harrison not to leave, to keep their child, and him resolutely choosing to walk away.

Biting her lip, she choked back sobs for a moment, forcing herself to breathe more evenly.

Wiping away her tears, she spoke.

"Harrison, I don't want to blame you, and I don't want you to blame me, okay? Let's both return to our respective paths, for Angela's sake. Can we be civil with each other?"

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked at Harrison.

At the man who exuded an aura of nobility, a man of wealth and power.

It was like she was begging.

Even though his hand was bandaged.

Even though his clothes were soaked from the water Vincent had thrown at him in anger.

His suit was stained with water, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Yet, he was still the powerful, intimidating tycoon of Seraphim Haven.

He was right there in front of her.

But she felt like they were from two different worlds.

When he was kind to her, it was like a dream, like a fairy tale.

But when he was cold and indifferent, it was as if they never had any connection, reminding her of the vast gap between them.

This fear of loss was so painful, so exhausting.

Why didn't she want to go back to him?

Even after having Angela, she still refused.

Because she was afraid that he would suddenly not want her anymore.

She had already been given a second chance at life.

When she was in critical condition due to childbirth, it was Dominic's quick thinking, finding a recording of a baby crying on his phone, that revived her, giving her something to hold onto and helping her survive.

She just wanted to live a simple life.

She no longer dared to dream of love, just surviving was challenging enough.

"Mr. Rodriguez, you're right, we're from two different worlds. I should go back to my ordinary life. The high position of a wealthy wife is beyond my reach. You should also return to your path. Let's both let go and forget if we can!"

Roxanne had never believed in fate.

She believed that as long as she worked hard, she could achieve anything.

But this time, she believed.

It was simply not meant to be.

The rise and fall of relationships was all destiny.

Harrison was about to speak when,

"Harrison, Roxanne."

Evelyn Miller, who was walking towards them, interrupted Harrison's words.

Seeing Roxanne, Evelyn had mixed feelings.

She called out again, "Sister-in-law."

"Evelyn, just call me by my name."

Roxanne quickly composed herself, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She turned around and said to Evelyn.

"Harrison and I have divorced. Calling me sister-in-law is not appropriate anymore."

Evelyn had grown accustomed to calling her sister-in-law and hoped she would always be her sister-in-law.

Seeing Harrison standing tall and strong, yet with an aura of profound sadness, Evelyn felt a pang of sympathy.

"Then, from now on, I will call you by Roxanne, okay?"

Roxanne nodded, "Of course."

It was an honor to be respected by Evelyn.

Evelyn pointed towards the hospital room, "I heard Uncle Vincent was hospitalized with pneumonia, so I came to visit him. I didn't expect to run into you here."

"Don't worry." Roxanne reassured, "Uncle Vincent has taken his medicine and is now receiving an IV drip. He'll be fine."

Evelyn smiled, "Roxanne, you're always so capable. Uncle Vincent wouldn't listen to anyone but you."

Roxanne was grateful for the familial love Vincent gave her, which surpassed that of a father-daughter relationship.

Evelyn turned to Harrison, "Harrison, I wanted to talk to Roxanne privately. Is that okay?"

Harrison nodded and walked back to the hospital room.

Evelyn's gaze followed Harrison's retreating figure before returning to Roxanne.

In her eyes hid a mix of sorrow, envy, and even jealousy.

But Evelyn knew she had no right to be jealous.

"Roxanne, I heard from Dominic that you two are together?"

"Evelyn, I know you like Dominic. I never meant to hurt you."

It felt ironic saying these words.

"Evelyn, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Evelyn wiped away her tears.

Choking back sobs, she continued, "Roxanne, I don't blame you, really. After all, you met Dominic first, and you've been in his heart for a long time. You didn't do anything wrong. And I've been chasing Dominic for so long, and he never accepted me. I just wanted to tell you,"

"Dad." Roxanne choked on her words, "Thank you."

Saying thank you was not enough.

From now on, she would be more dutiful to her old man.

Behind the folding screen.

Harrison stood in silence, his eyes dimming, gradually losing their sparkle, like a lifeless statue.

That afternoon.

When Roxanne left the mansion, Vincent asked Harrison to see her out.

Harrison glanced at the man next to him and ordered, "Jackson, Anthony, you guys handle it."

"I asked you to do it." Vincent glared at him.

Harrison had already gotten up from the sofa, turning his back to everyone as he headed upstairs, "I have other things to deal with."

A few minutes later, Harrison stood in his study, watching as Roxanne and Angela were escorted to their car by Jackson and Anthony.

As they got into the car, he sent Roxanne a WhatsApp message: [Wish you happiness!]

Two years and eight months later.

Zion Kindergarten.

Little Angela was the cutest, chubbiest, and prettiest girl in her class.

All her teachers, even those from other classes, were particularly fond of her.

They had never seen such a beautiful child, like a star. Her genes were simply exceptional.

One day, after playing some games, Angela suddenly disappeared.

Her teacher was beside herself with worry.

After a frantic search, she found Angela munching on snacks under the slide.

The tiny figure, clutching a bag of potato chips, was filling her mouth with them.

The sight was akin to a cute little guinea pig nibbling on its food.

"Angela, why are you eating chips here?"

The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In the afternoon when Dominic came to pick her up, the teacher told him about Angela's snack escapade.

On the way home, Angela was cradled in his arms.

Her small arms wrapped around Dominic's neck, she pleaded with puppy-dog eyes, "Mommy doesn't let me eat snacks, but Keith gave me a bag of chips. I didn't dare to take them home, so I sneaked some."

"So, you want me to keep it a secret from mommy?" Dominic's tone was full of indulgence.

"Please." Angela puffed up her chubby cheeks, her bangs covering half of her furrowed little brow, looking as adorable as ever.

Dominic said earnestly, "Alright, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Again? You want me to have dinner with that aloof, quiet daddy?" Angela looked very unwilling.