The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 328

After hanging up the call from Alexander, Harrison slid his phone into the pocket of his dress pants, missing the WhatsApp notification that had popped up.

"Who's calling this late? Something urgent?" Roxanne inquired offhandedly.

"Just Alexander, don't mind him."

Harrison stood up, taking Roxanne's hand in his once more.

His tall, handsome figure cast a shadow over her slender form, making her seem almost fragile beside him.

He playfully tapped her nose, "Let's go, the moon is too beautiful tonight to waste. We'll walk back to the estate."

"Why don't we wait for Anthony to bring the car around?"

Roxanne glanced toward the hilltop.

Flowers blanketed the landscape, extending up to the very peak.

The road meandered and spiraled on for miles in the distance.

Walking back would surely take over an hour.

"My legs are sore," she admitted, feeling the fatigue.

"I'll carry you," offered Harrison, squatting down with a steady stance.

"No, thanks," Roxanne refused, "I'm quite heavy."

"Come on," Harrison insisted, already scooping up her legs and lifting her. "I won't hear any complaints."

"But what if someone sees us, or if Anthony drives by?"

"He'll pretend he didn't see anything."

"I'm telling you, I'm heavy."

"With you? Please, you're as light as a feather."

"Excuse me? I'm not that skinny!"

But she wasn't, was she? She was shapely where it counted, after all.

They walked a while before she stopped insisting on being let down. Harrison carried her with ease, and she settled comfortably against his broad shoulders.

They hadn't gone far when Anthony, indeed, drove by in a Lincoln. Seeing Mr. Harrison with his wife on his back, he chose not to interrupt their intimate moment, accelerating away with a thoughtful smile.

"Hey?" Roxanne called out, watching the car fade into the distance with a hint of disappointment. "Why didn't Anthony stop?"

"He knows his boss well," Harrison said, striding up the hill.

"Just don't complain when you get tired," Roxanne nestled against his back, feeling entitled to the comfort.

Harrison glanced back with a smirk. "Are you doubting my strength?"

He was a fitness enthusiast, often joining Alexander and others for boot camps. He could run for miles with a twenty-kilo weight on his back. Carrying her up the estate was nothing.

By the time they reached the villa, Harrison had broken a sweat, but he wasn't tired. It was past eleven at night.

Vincent was still awake, having spent time in the nursery. With age, his sleep had dwindled, and he found solace in watching Angela slumber.

Seeing the couple return home, arm in arm, Vincent descended the staircase to greet them.

"Dad, why are you still up?" Roxanne asked first.

Vincent's eyes held unshed tears, but the reason remained unspoken.

"Ah, Angela's been asleep for a while," Vincent said. "You must be tired from the hospital visit."

"It was fine. I'm just glad Evelyn's okay."

Vincent nodded. "You should go rest. I need to discuss something with Harrison."

Roxanne headed upstairs, leaving the two men alone.

"What is it, Dad?"

"The matter of your remarriage to Roxanne and the issue of Angela."

Vincent's voice carried a weight of concern. The shadow of international interest in 6G technology and the Rodriguez family lingered ominously. Harrison's expression darkened. "What are you suggesting?"

Vincent spoke succinctly, and Harrison relaxed slightly. "We're on the same page, Dad."

"I thought you might arrange it this way, but it'll be hard on Roxanne," Vincent replied solemnly.