The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 290

City Hall.

Roxanne, guiding Dominic by the hand, steered him to the right.

Because the marriage registration counter was located on the right side.

She remembered it clearly.

She and Harrison had once stood in that very line to obtain their marriage certificate.

The memory was ingrained in her mind.

"We're here."

The familiar surroundings brought back a flood of memories.

A sudden wave of complex emotions welled up in her heart.

Roxanne stood still, frozen in place, her gaze fixed.

Counter number 2, right in front of her.

That was the same counter where she and Harrison had received their marriage certificate five years ago.

Even the clerk was the same.

Still the same scholarly man with glasses, processing the paperwork for one couple after another.

Everything seemed unchanged.

Yet, everything had changed.

Five years.

Time had altered the landscape of their lives.

The brief flicker of sadness in her eyes, the chill in her fingertips, Dominic sensed it all.

Despite her quick recovery, Dominic understood her feelings all too clearly.

At that moment, Roxanne turned her head and glanced at Dominic.

She smiled, "The line isn't too long, let's go queue up."

She held Dominic's hand and walked briskly towards the self-service ticket machine.

Her slender hand reached out.

Her finger hovered over the screen, about to select the option.

She was inches away from touching the screen when a larger hand reached out and stopped her.

She turned around, looking into Dominic's sorrowful eyes, and furrowed her brow, "Dominic, what's wrong?"

"Let's give our spot to someone else who needs it more."

Dominic flashed a faint smile.

His smile was like moonlight falling on a forest deep in the mountains.

Bright, yet filled with melancholy.

Roxanne, confused, frowned, "But we need to queue up too."

She reached out again, attempting to select the option.

Dominic pulled her hand back, holding it in his own as he led her into a corner of the large hall.

"Dominic, what's wrong?"

Roxanne was baffled by his actions.

"Roxanne, thank you for getting up so early to accompany me on this long journey."

Dominic smiled.

He gently withdrew his hand from hers and affectionately tousled her hair.

"Just having you by my side on this journey is enough."

Today, if he were adamant about getting their marriage certificate

, there would be countless mornings just like this one.

He could walk hand in hand with her down the street

, go grocery shopping together, s

end their child off to school, e

njoy a delicious and affordable breakfast at her favorite diner, e

xperience the simple pleasures of life together, a

nd grow old together.

When they were old, he could serve as her walking stick.

Even with hair of grey, he could still hold her hand tightly, crossing the road with her while gently murmuring,

"Easy does it, old lady, no rush."

This was the kind of happiness he had yearned for from his deathbed during his surgery twelve years ago.

His wish was about to come true b

ut Dominic decided to let go.

Because he knew that Roxanne wasn't happy with him.

He didn't want to force her into anything.

"Dominic, what's wrong? Didn't we agree to get our marriage certificate? Why are you saying all this now?"

Roxanne felt a sense of unease.

A wave of panic washed over her.

She tugged at Dominic's hand, attempting to lead him back to the ticket machine.

"Dominic, let's go get our number."

Her hand was gently pulled back by Dominic.