The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 200

This voice was brimming with a kind of subtle vibe.

As he waited for Roxanne to answer him, the night outside the balcony grew stiller and deeper.

Roxanne did not answer him directly, suggesting that she was hesitant or she did not love him.

So, she did not reply straight up.

Because once she made up her mind, she would voice it without a moment’s hesitation.

Harrison, feeling anxious, gripped the railing tightly and suddenly said, "Forget it, you don't have to tell

me the answer."

Roxanne, miles away, felt a certain kind of unease, made worse by her own emotions.

In the cold wind, looking at the falling snow, she said, "Harrison, you should know I was with you to

avoid being harassed by Oliver. I was also looking for someone suitable to spend my life with, not for

love."

Harrison seemed a bit down.

In the darkness, his tall figure seemed particularly lonely.

He tried to hide his inner turmoil with a composed voice, "I know."

She had already told him this when they got married.

Then he asked, "What about after we got married, in the past six months, have you ever loved me?"

After asking this question, Harrison's back stiffened.

He gripped the railing even tighter. The more helpless he felt, the tighter he held.

Roxanne, on the other end of the phone, did not answer him immediately.

Looking up at the same night sky as Harrison, she asked, "Harrison, it's snowing here in Warmville.

What about there?"

"Anne." Harrison's voice was hoarse, carrying a certain unfamiliar emotion, "Just answer my question.

After we got married, have you ever loved me?"

"Harrison, people our age can't love that deeply or love only one person." She was telling the truth.

These were all her real feelings after experiencing so much.

She had been abandoned twice.

Once by her biological parents, who abandoned her when she was four.

Once by Dominic Thompson, who she grew up with. They lived through storms together, but in the end,

Dominic left.

This kind of experience made her reluctant to rely on anyone.

Naturally, she wouldn't become a person obsessed with love and wouldn't love that crazily.

Telling the truth might hurt others, so she continued to comfort Harrison.

"Harrison, of course, you are the husband I chose. Whether you are a worker after bankruptcy or a

tycoon, you are the husband I acknowledge. I will try to adapt to our status gap, and I will take this

marriage seriously."

Her answer was neither passionate nor cold, very serious.

Harrison just chuckled. His laughter was full of a mixture of pain and helplessness.

His hand gripping the railing unintentionally loosened. He was out of strength.

Her answer made him even more disappointed. Was she just looking for a life companion?

In the end, she didn’t love him.

"How heavy is the snow over there?" He seemed to be trying to distract himself, changing the subject.

"I think when I wake up tomorrow morning, the branches on both sides of the road may be bent by the

heavy snow." Roxanne, watching the falling snow outside the balcony, replied.

"It must be very cold."

"Mhm."

"Rest early, keep warm, and don’t catch a cold."

"Harrison," Roxanne called out.

"I’d prefer if you call me darling." Harrison's voice sounded relaxed but was filled with anticipation.

Roxanne was somewhat at a loss for words, and she was still not too accustomed to those intimate

and sweet terms of endearment. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Perhaps it was due to her independence and not relying on others.

Harrison unabashedly said, "Roxanne, when you're with me and calling me darling, you're really

enchanting."

Roxanne was speechless

This was not something to be shy about.

They were a couple who had experienced many intimate moments and deep conversations.

There was nothing for her to be shy about.

But discussing such a topic late at night seemed a bit...

"Harrison, I'm going to sleep." Roxanne reminded, "Don't stay up too late either."

"Mhm."

The call ended.

Harrison's hand that was holding the phone hung in the air.

He was out of strength. His hand fell to his side, his other hand subconsciously digging for the cigarette

in his pocket.

It was the cigarette he hadn't finished smoking.

All the calm and composure he had displayed in front of Roxanne crumbled instantly.

He was restless.

The more he felt this way, the more urgently he lit up a cigarette to relieve the stress, but the flame was

put out by the wind.

He tried to light it again, but he couldn't.

When he was down, even the lighter didn't respect him.

He threw the lighter on the carpet. The cigarette in his hand was crumpled into a ball and thrown down

as well.

Then, there was a new message on his phone. It was from Roxanne.

“Harrison, I want to ask you, shouldn't you formally take me to see your home?”

Harrison replied, “Yes, indeed. I will arrange it, are you free?”

“Even if I'm not, I will make time. I'll return to Seraphim Haven the day after tomorrow.”

”Then I'll pick you up at the airport.”

”No need.”

Harrison was speechless.

After a while, Harrison sent her another message. “Roxanne, thank you.”

"What are you thanking me for?”

“I've been hiding my true identity. It's a big deal, thank you for forgiving me.”

"I don't know if I can adjust to your new identity, but I will try... I'm going to sleep now.”

"Goodnight!”

Two days later, Roxanne flew back to Seraphim Haven. She didn't tell Harrison which flight she was on.

But when the plane landed, she turned on her phone and received a message from Harrison.

“Roxanne, I'm waiting for you at gate 5. You'll see me when you come out.”

She frowned.

She didn't tell this man which flight she was on, but he was there.

It didn't surprise her.

He was the richest man in Seraphim Haven. Checking a flight number was too easy for him, and his

power was more than enough to handle this.

When she came out of the arrival gate, Harrison came over to take her bag and handed it to the driver,

Anthony.

"This is my driver," Harrison introduced, "This is Anthony."

Anthony greeted respectfully, "Mrs. Rodriguez."

Knowing that there was some tension between Harrison and Mrs. Rodriguez lately, Anthony quickly

tried to butter her up, "Mrs. Rodriguez, Mr. Rodriguez has been missing you terribly these days. It's

good that you're back."

She'd never experienced the life of a high-society Mrs. Rodriguez before.

A country girl who often went hungry suddenly turned into the Mrs. Rodriguez of Seraphim Haven's

wealthiest family.

People were rushing to carry her luggage, calling her Mrs. Rodriguez one after another.

She just couldn't adjust to such a sudden change.

Harrison shot a look at Anthony, seeming to reprimand him for being a chatterbox.

Then, he grabbed Roxanne's hand, "Let's get in the car. It's chilly out."

His large palm firmly held her hand.

She felt cold.

Harrison held on tighter as if he wanted to transfer all the warmth in his palm to her.

When he was just an ordinary worker, this kind of affection between a husband and wife made her feel

secure.

But now he was the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven, a big shot standing at the top of the business

world, and his attentiveness felt unreal to her.

He was clearly holding her hand tightly, but she didn't feel secure at all.

She started to fear losing him.

How long could such warm moments last.

She was used to being independent.

No matter who came or who left, she could always take it in stride.

But when did she ever have this fear of losing someone?