The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 303

Harrison couldn't help but wonder if there was a part of her that truly wanted to throw herself at him.

He knew, of course, that she was under the influence of some medication that muddled her thoughts, but he couldn't shake the hope that it was a reflection of her deepest desires for him.

He watched her intently, trying to decipher her thoughts, to see through to her soul in her bright and beautiful eyes.

But Roxanne's gaze was placid and unrippled.

She probably didn't want anything to do with him, after all.

"Me? Do something to you?" Roxanne said, trying to hide the turmoil inside with a calm front, "You're overthinking it."

It seemed it was all just a dream.

A dream born from the fervor of youth. How embarrassing.

Thank goodness it was just a dream, and she hadn't actually done anything to Harrison.

Otherwise, she would be shameless to have spoken of friendship and kinship, yet coveting his body and wanting to share his bed.

She never realized how shameless she could be.

"Are you feeling well?"

Harrison's voice pulled her back from her self-deprecating thoughts.

She shook her head, "I'm fine. Thanks for your concerns."

"You’re Angela’s mom. It's only right to be concerned for you," Harrison said, remembering her words. If he got too close, she would surely become annoyed.

So, he too was restraining his feelings, maintaining a respectful distance.

"Where's Angela?" Roxanne asked, her thoughts turning to her precious daughter.

"My dad is looking after her. She's been sent to kindergarten, don't worry."

"Alright."

With the knowledge that Roxanne was fine, Harrison could finally relax.

Closing his laptop and slipping it into his briefcase, he stood up, "I've got to get to the office. Help yourself to breakfast downstairs."

"Sure," Roxanne replied.

As he left, Harrison paused with his hand on the door, giving one last look through the narrow gap at the woman sitting on the bed. His brow furrowed deeply.

If keeping his distance and being just friends was what she wanted, he could live with that.

But his heart was aching at this distance.

With reluctance, he closed the door gently and buried his romantic feelings deep inside.

As he walked away, he was shrouded in a profound sense of loneliness.

He decided to call Evelyn.

He needed to ask about the medication Evelyn gave to Roxanne last night, to make sure it was indeed just an herbal concoction without any side effects.

But Evelyn's phone was unreachable.

No signal.

Harrison tried her work number next.

Her assistant answered.

"Evelyn hasn't shown up at the office, has she? Get her on the phone."

"Mr. Harrison, I can't reach President Miller either. I called her home, but they said she didn't come back. There's an important meeting this morning that President Miller would never miss. Could something have happened?"

"Don't worry, I'll find her."

Evelyn was always a sensible and reliable girl, not one to cause worry.

He figured something must have come up.

Maybe she was with Dominic.

Harrison dialed Dominic's number.

"Is Evelyn with you?"

"That's a strange question. Why would she be with me?"

"Didn't she stick to you last night?"

She did, indeed.

Last night, Evelyn had been in the parking lot, claiming she was too drunk to drive and her chauffeur was off. So she asked him for a ride home.

But he coldly refused.

"We parted ways at the hotel. What's up?"

"Never mind."

Harrison approached the elevator.

He was about to hang up, but then paused, standing outside the elevator doors and asked, "Domi, don't you feel anything for Evelyn?"

"You’re afraid I'm gonna be left on the bench and come crawling back to you for Roxanne?" Dominic didn't want to answer Harrison directly.

Last night they celebrated Angela's third birthday.

"How did this happen?" Dominic asked.

Evelyn looked at him in silence.

She just wanted to gaze at him in peace.

The mere act of watching him was already a blissful thing.

Last night, she called for a ride-share after Dominic refused to give her a ride.

But for some reason, no one picked up her request all night.

She was anxious to get back to address an email.

So she decided to drive herself.

Having had a couple of drinks and being upset by Dominic's rejection, she wasn't in the best state of mind.

An accident happened. She rammed into a truck loaded with steel rebar.

Rods of steel pierced through the windshield.

Luckily, only her arm got hurt.

She really had a guardian angel looking out for her.

If she had been driving a little faster, or if those rods that shot through the passenger seat were just a bit off target.

She might not have made it.

Even now, she was still in shock.

In that moment between life and death, all she could think about was Dominic and how desperately she wanted to be in his arms.

When the ambulance arrived, she insisted she was fine. She refused to stay on the stretcher, adamant about seeing Dominic.

And truthfully, she was mostly fine—just a cut on her arm, no broken bones.

She headed to the apartment he'd bought above Roxanne's place, but he wasn’t there.

Then she came to his villa.

She had reached his doorstep. But fearing she'd bother Dominic or that he'd be annoyed by her, she spent the whole night waiting outside.

The chill of the late autumn night was intense.

Now, she was cold to the bone.

Dominic couldn't stand to see her like this. Taking her hand, he stood up, "Let's get inside and we'll talk."

His invitation broke the normally strong Evelyn. Suddenly, she burst into tears.