The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 324

Dominic wondered if he had mixed up the time.

Rising from his spot in front of the TV, he returned to his home office to get back to work.

The year Roxanne was pregnant, he had quit his corporate job to freelance from home.

As a top-tier international hacker, making money was a piece of cake for someone like him.

Plus, he had made some savvy investments.

Stocks, bonds, a bit of foreign currency here and there.

In the past couple of years, Dominic bought low and sold high within a few short months.

He invested and cashed out at over 4.4 billion in just a few months.

Investment gurus like him didn't need to clock in at a nine-to-five.

After he turned off the TV, he immersed himself in international news, blending it with analysis of his various foreign currency investments.

Currency rates were directly tied to global events.

As a successful investor, Dominic needed a keen eye for international affairs and a knack for accurate judgment.

So he had to be well-versed in global goings-on.

His contacts included foreign politicians and seasoned frontline journalists.

From them, he could get the latest developments—information that the average person couldn’t access.

Today, however, he was distracted.

His investment notebook, usually filled with charts and annotations, was blank.

Dominic twirled a black pencil between his fingers, a deep furrow forming between his brows.

He wondered if his restlessness had anything to do with the fact that there was no interview with Evelyn in tonight's financial section.

He wasn't sure.

The pen stopped spinning.

Deciding he needed to freshen up, he went to brew a cup of coffee before settling down to thoroughly analyze his investment strategies.

The coffee did the trick, sort of.

But as he poised to sketch a graph, his hand instead scrawled the name Eve.

Eve.

Might as well finish it, he thought, and added the remaining letters to form Evelyn on the notebook.

He tapped the pen, contemplative.

Over the past decade, the push and pull with Evelyn played out in his mind.

For ten years, she chased, and he dodged.

She was passionate, while he was aloof.

She was Cupid, arrow-nocked, chasing him tirelessly, while he, clad in a bulletproof vest, soared out of reach.

For ten years, he hadn't given Evelyn a single chance.

Ten years!

How many decades does one have in a lifetime?

Thinking of the persistent woman, Dominic rubbed his furrowed brow.

Screw it.

He'd just call and check in.

The person who picked up Evelyn’s phone, though, was Roxanne.

Evelyn had just come out of surgery and was moved to the ICU, under observation for 24 hours.

Her phone had been with Harrison, who was busy calling her parents and had passed it to Roxanne.

Evelyn had saved his number under a peculiar name: "Till death do us part."

What a bizarre contact name, Roxanne thought.