"When did I ever take something from you?"
Roxanne avoided Harrison's intense, deep gaze, her eyes cast downward. Nervously, she snapped a twig off a nearby tree, holding it in her hand and picking at the leaves.
Harrison was referring to the Starlit jade, she knew. She just didn't want to admit it.
The moment she snapped the twig to mask her anxiety, Harrison saw right through her. His voice was low, "Roxanne, you know what I'm talking about."
His voice was already hoarse from a cold, and it sounded even more heart-wrenching now.
Clutching the leaf in her hand, Roxanne looked up, "Do you have a cold?"
"That's my property. You should return it," Harrison responded, seemingly out of context.
His gaze hardened. His broad shoulders slumped. His whole towering figure seemed defeated and in pain.
"Roxanne, do you know how important that starlit jade is to me?"
Roxanne's heart softened unexpectedly. Her nose tingled, her throat constricted.
Suppressing her painful emotions, she replied calmly, "It's just a piece of starlit jade. You're treating it like a treasure. It's broken anyway, and besides, I gave it to you."
Silence from Harrison.
Under the lamp post in the late autumn night, their shadows stretched long on the ground. With the light behind him, his face was hidden in the shadows, making him look even more grim.
The atmosphere was suffocating. Harrison felt his chest tightened; he asked painfully, "Roxanne, you can return the jade, but can you return my heart?"
"Harrison." Roxanne felt equally choked up, "Why are you doing this?"
Wouldn't it be better to forget her? Why did he have to stir her emotions when all she wanted was a quiet life with her child? Did he know that she no longer had the strength to love bravely again?
She sighed heavily, "Pretend I never gave you the jade."
She tightened her grip on the twig and leaves, "It's chilly. You should go back. I'm going upstairs."
Back upstairs, she sent Harrison a message on WhatsApp, “Harrison, if you can, please forget me. For Angela, we can be friends or like family in the future.”
But never lovers again. She only said the last part to herself. Love required devotion, and she had long been exhausted for that.
A fall rain intensified the autumn feel in Seraphim Haven.
Luckily, the weather was sunny and bright on Angela's third birthday. Angela's birthday party was held on the hotel lawn. Flower arches and balloon lights decorated the place, making it look like a fairy tale.
The party was organized by Roxanne and Harrison.
That night, Harrison went to see Roxanne, and she suggested that they should behave like friends or family. Afterwards, Harrison never pushed Roxanne again.
For Angela's sake, they seemed to be coexisting peacefully.
Harrison had considered it by himself, and wondered if he should let Roxanne lead the quiet life she desired. But this decision came at a cost - pain.
On the day of the birthday party, Dominic returned from abroad.
As the one who was closest to Angela, he had to be there to celebrate with her. While preparing the cake, Dominic approached Roxanne, "The five-tier princess cake, you didn't make it yourself, did you?"
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