The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 320

In the days following his surgery, Dominic's vision was clouded, his optic nerves pressured into darkness.

He couldn't see a thing.

It wasn't just the indignity of needing assistance for trips to the bathroom; even the simple acts of eating and dressing were in the hands of the caregiver named Eve.

He should have known it was Everlyn.

No wonder he'd felt that "Eve's" voice sounded off, always speaking with a strained whisper.

It was Evelyn, disguising her voice so he wouldn't recognize her.

Dominic wasn't sure whether to be grateful or irate.

But this wasn't the time for anger, nor was it the moment for gratitude.

Because he was still undressed.

He hurriedly found some clothes and retreated to the bathroom to change. When he came out, Evelyn was waiting for him in the room.

Their gazes locked.

His face was stern, devoid of any smile. "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

The unpleasantness of the previous night had already faded from Evelyn's memory.

With a playful smile, she teased Dominic, her fingers gently lifting his chiseled chin, finding amusement in his discomfort.

Dominic was undeniably handsome.

The surgery had left him with a shaved head, and though his hair had started to grow back, it was still barely longer than a buzz cut. This style only accentuated his sharp, gentle features.

Even without a smile, he exuded the charisma of a refined gentleman, his face radiating kindness and warmth.

So even when Dominic rarely returned her smiles, Evelyn never felt a chill from him.

She admired him openly. "Dominic, am I the only woman in the world who has seen you in all your glory? Don't be so upset. After all, it's my responsibility since I've seen everything."

Dominic pushed her wandering hand away from his chin. "I don't need you to take responsibility. Just tell me how you want to be thanked for looking after me. And no, marrying you is not an option."

"Who said anything about making you marry me? I'm the one who wants to marry you," Evelyn retorted, unbothered by his cold remarks.

She seemed immune to his barbs.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered something playful and suggestive, causing Dominic's face to flush with embarrassment.

She stepped back, laughing heartily at his reaction. "Dominic, you're such a prude," she teased, her affection for him growing.

Actually, her words hadn't been all that provocative—simply a compliment on his attractive appearance, with a playful double entendre about his stature.

Despite feeling mocked, Dominic tried to seem unruffled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I never would've guessed that President Miller, of Seraphim Haven's wealthiest, could be so superficial."

With a huff, he turned away.

Evelyn just smiled wider. "Yes, I'd rather be a rich, shallow, lustful woman than the domineering CEO forced to wear a mask every day. If only I weren't pushed into it, who would want to bear the burden of family business? I'd much rather be an ordinary girl cherished by a man."

She sighed, almost as if she could write a book of woes.

Evelyn had never wanted to be a CEO; she had taken up the family mantle out of necessity, making even dating a challenge.

"Let's not dwell on the fact that I've seen you naked. After all, it was bound to happen sooner or later," she said, grabbing Dominic's hand. "Come on, let's have breakfast. You drank last night; I bet your stomach is upset. I made you some nourishing soup."

Harrison suddenly felt a surge of gratitude. "Dad, thank you for being so understanding."

As the paramount family of Seraphim Haven, it was expected to marry someone of equal social status and to have sons to continue the legacy.

Yet, his father had never pressured him on these matters.

Surrounded by people drawn to their power and wealth, they often missed out on genuine affection.

But in this moment, Harrison felt the rare warmth of his father's support.

Vincent had always been a man of tradition, a pillar in a world where high society's conventions ruled supreme. Yet, for Harrison to grasp the true essence of life's warmth, he cast aside those antiquated notions and supported his relationship with Roxanne, a girl from the other side of the tracks.

The lengths Vincent went to for the sake of their union were nothing short of Herculean.

This time, Harrison truly understood the depths of Vincenta's thoughtful efforts.

In the kitchen, Vincent was blending a smoothie, a mix of soy milk and carefully selected nuts. "Harrison," he said with a gentle authority, "this time around, you've got to cherish Roxanne. Put yourself in her shoes, think about what she needs, and learn to understand her. Live a good life together."

The weight of Vincent's love was something Harrison felt more acutely with each passing moment.

He watched as Vincent pressed the button on the blender, his movements not as swift as they were back in his golfing days.

Observing Vincent quietly, Harrison noticed the changes.

It wasn't long ago that Vincent had dyed his hair, a vain attempt to reclaim the vigor of youth.

But now, the roots at his temples were silver once more, betraying the passage of time.

In Harrison's memory, Vincent was always the spry elder, full of pep and vigor.

How had time managed to paint him with such strokes of age so quickly?