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Chapter 139
Chapter 139
The moment Dominic Thompson walked through the door, Evelyn Miller's gaze was locked on him.
She sprang up from the edge of Harrison Rodriguez's low table and went over to Dominic, excitedly
grabbing his hand.
"Harrison, this is the famous Y-Spectre from the hacker world, aka Dominic. I guess I don’t need to
elaborate more, do I?"
Dominic didn't respond to Evelyn.
He coldly pulled his arm out of her grasp, not even bothering to look at her.
Then he said, "I want to talk to Harrison alone."
Harrison glanced at the puzzled-looking Alexander next to him and said, "You and Evelyn go out first."
Alexander nodded, gently tugged at Evelyn's sleeve, and they stepped out together.
Standing in the hallway, Alexander asked, "Evelyn, what's going on? Do you have some sort of
relationship with Dominic?"
Evelyn's face was downcast as if she was stuck in the sadness of Dominic’s cold rejection.
She didn't want to talk.
Alexander speculated on his own, "Could he be the guy Nora mentioned, the one you've been chasing
for six years but never got?"
"So what if I've been chasing him for six years?" Evelyn defiantly lifted her chin. "I have another six
years, and the next six years, and the next..."
"But in another eighteen years, you'll be in your mid-forties, nearly fifty."
"Even better when I'm almost fifty, it shows my persistence in love."
Alexander playfully pushed Evelyn's head and asked, "Are you really willing to end up like Nora,
pursuing Harrison only to end up with nothing?"
Evelyn, chin held high in defiance, responded, "Impossible. I'm bound to get Dominic in this lifetime. I'm
not afraid of waiting. I'm just afraid Dominic can't wait..." Her voice trailed off.
Her chin dropped, her shoulders sagged, eyes filled with sadness.
"Alexander, I need to tell you a secret."
Alexander’s family and the Millers were kind of related. So, technically, Evelyn and Alexander were
cousins.
Evelyn and Alexander got along pretty well.
Alexander was intrigued and asked, "What secret?"
Judging from Evelyn's suddenly gloomy gaze, Alexander had a hunch that whatever secret she was
about to reveal wouldn't be good news.
As expected, Evelyn said forlornly, “I’d chase Dominic my whole life if I had to. But Dominic doesn’t
have much time left.”
“How’s that possible?” Alexander frowned, “Dominic looks perfectly healthy.”
Evelyn gave a bitter smile and said, "Don’t tell Harrison, and especially not Roxanne Martinez. It was
because of this that Dominic decided to leave her in the first place."
This was way too complicated. And it absolutely twisted.
Alexander thought it seemed like everyone around him was having love troubles.
Except him.
He had boldly pursued Hazel Dawson.
Now, his marriage with Hazel was blissful and sweet.
In the office.
Harrison and Dominic were having a private conversation.
Dominic stood in place and cut straight to the chase, “I thought about it all last night about your
sincerity towards Roxanne. I choose to trust you. But I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”
Harrison was still seated on the couch in front of the low table.
He chuckled and asked, "And why would I need your trust?"
Dominic replied, “But you do need a top-notch hacker to ensure the security of your 6G Technology,
don’t you?”
Harrison asked, “Are you offering to help because you still love Roxanne and want to help her?”
Dominic replied, “You don’t need to know.”
Harrison asked, “When can you start?”
Dominic replied, “Anytime. I demand an annual salary of at least eight figures.”
Harrison agreed and said, “Deal!”
Harrison and Dominic came to an agreement. He then sat back on the couch and picked up the lunch
box that was previously on the low table.
He opened the lid, glanced at Dominic, and asked, "Have you had lunch?"
"Not yet."
"Join me?" Harrison offered Dominic another lunch box. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
Dominic took a seat and asked, "Is your lunch always this simple?"
"What's wrong with simple?"
Harrison picked up his cutlery and said, "Ever since marrying Anne, I’ve found that the simpler life is,
the happier and more blessed it is."
Dominic furrowed his brows and retorted, “You don’t have to constantly wave your happy marriage with
Roxanne in my face.”
While eating, Harrison casually remarked, "I'm just making conversation.”
Perhaps because of spending too much time with Roxanne, Harrison’s manners were becoming less
refined.
He seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, eating quite fast. Then, the phone rang.
The caller ID read, “ My Wife Roxanne.”
The phone was on the low table.
Harrison saw the caller ID, and so did Dominic.
Answering the call, Harrison deliberately switched to speaker mode.
"Honey, where did you put my underwear last night?" Roxanne asked.
She had turned the bed upside down but couldn't find it.
Harrison paused in his eating and said, "You didn’t wear any after showering last night, remember?"
"Oh right." Roxanne recalled.
"Are you up?"
"Yes."
"Do you still feel sore?"
As he said this, Harrison deliberately glanced at Dominic sitting across from him.
His gaze was calm, but it had an obvious touch of boasting and provocation.
Dominic remained composed, his expression neutral. But inside, he felt like a tangled ball of yarn,
utterly chaotic.
His fingers clutched into tight fists under the low table.
He wanted to throttle Harrison.
Clearly, Harrison was trying to provoke him!
On the other end of the phone, Roxanne had no idea someone was with Harrison.
Ever since they became intimate, Roxanne had been flaunting her charm.
She started to coo to Harrison, “What do you think? Ever since we got back from Amberfield, you’ve
been keeping me in bed. How could I not be tired?”
Harrison smirked and said, “I’ll go easy on you tonight.”
“Again tonight?”
Roxanne, on the other end, was falling apart.
Before they slept together, Harrison was always calm and composed.
After they did it, his sexual desire was like a floodgate that had been opened.
Harrison spoke in a sultry voice, “Didn’t you say you wanted to have a baby with me?”
Dominic, sitting across, clenched his fists, seemingly wanting to give Harrison a good beating. But
Dominic held back.
After Harrison and his wife finished their lovey-dovey chat and hung up the phone, even the well-
mannered Dominic wanted to curse.
In the end, he held himself back and asked coldly, “Harrison, are you doing this on purpose?”
Harrison sent a message to his bodyguard, “Mrs. Rodriguez is up; have the cook disguise as a
deliveryman and bring her lunch.”
After sending the message, Harrison finally looked at Dominic’s furious face and said nonchalantly,
“Glad you know!”
He meant to provoke this man and to let him know that Roxanne was now his wife.
As he ate, he said, “Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you helped me out.”
Dominic frowned and asked, “Can’t we just be friends?”
Harrison said, “You're always thinking about my wife, and you want to be friends with me?”
Had he gone mad?
Dominic asked, “Can’t you see me as Roxanne’s family?”
Harrison responded with another question, “Do you share a blood relation with Anne?”
Dominic said, “Alright, you want to make life difficult for me? Let’s see who ends up having a hard
time!”
Harrison retorted, “Fine, I'd love to take on the challenge.”
Harrison put down his lunch box.
The contact name 'My wife Roxanne' on his phone wasn't intimate enough for him.
He casually changed it to ‘My sweet darling.’
He did it in front of Dominic, which once again deeply provoked him.
Seeing that Dominic could no longer hide his agony and sadness, Harrison felt like he had won another
round.
Fight him? No chance!
A hint of smugness flashed across his calm and composed face.
He stood up, patting Dominic on the shoulder, and said, “Take your time. I'm going to video call my
wife.”
Seeing his tall and handsome back, Dominic let out a bitter smile.
Harrison always used his love for Roxanne to provoke him.
Didn't this just prove his true feelings and love for Roxanne?
It meant that he, the top tycoon, married Roxanne, who was from the bottom of society, truly out of love
and not for any other purposes.
He should feel reassured and relieved.
Why did his heart ache like it was pierced by needles?
…
Two days later, it was October 13th.
Mid-October in Seraphim Haven, fall hadn't arrived yet.
The morning sunshine was still strong.
7 a.m.
The sun shone through the windows, casting a glow on Alexander's short hair, giving it an added
sheen.
Alexander's newly cropped hair was almost a buzz cut.
Few people could pull off such short hair. But the way he looked in his sleep was ruggedly handsome.
In the glow, Hazel, with her pink manicure, ran her fingers through Alexander's hair.
They say that stroking a man's scalp was the best way to arouse him, to instantly activate his primal
instincts.
Sure enough, Alexander turned over and pressed himself on Hazel before he even opened his eyes.
Alexander gently kissed the corner of her eye, then opened his eyes, chuckled, and asked, “Didn’t I
satisfy you last night? Are you trying to seduce me this early?”
Hazel pushed his chest and climbed on top of him, “Can I be on top?”
“You little perv!” Alexander gently pinched her dewy cheek.
Hazel pouted and whined, “It's your fault for being so busy lately.”
“Then let me satisfy you.” He hooked her waist, pulling her down and pressing her tightly against him.
“But, you have to be on the bottom.”
“Wait.” Hazel reached out for the drawer to get a condom.
Alexander held her hand, looking serious as he said, “I think it’s time we had a baby.”
“No.” Hazel frowned. She didn’t want to have a child. She wanted to enjoy a few more years of
freedom.
“Why not?”
“You're so busy with work. If I get pregnant, will you really have time for me?”
“If you really get pregnant, I'll be with you until the baby is born.”
“Don’t lie to me. Every time Harrison calls, you immediately run to him, and it’s like you're ready to die
for him.”
“Harrison is not as important as my wife.”
Then his phone rang…
How ironic.
Hazel pouted, “Harrison again, right?”
“Let me take this call, wait a moment.”
Alexander got up to answer the call.
After the call, he dressed in his suit and said to Hazel who was still lying on the bed.
“Hazel, I need to make a trip to the office. Have breakfast by yourself; I'll be home for dinner tonight.”
After putting on his trousers and buckling his belt, Alexander walked back to the bed and kissed Hazel
on the forehead, “Be good.”
Hazel had gotten used to his busyness.
Her sexual desire was strong, but she often felt unbearably lonely.
How she wished Alexander could be by her side every day. But it seemed like Alexander had devoted
his life to his work.
Two minutes after Alexander left, Hazel got a call.
A man on the other end said, “Babe, do you miss me?”
Hazel frowned and said, “We should stop contacting each other for a while.”
The doorbell rang.
"Babe, I’m outside your house. Even if we're breaking up, we should at least have the decency to do it
face-to-face, right?"
Hazel threw on her pajamas, fastened her belt, headed downstairs, and opened the door.
The man at the door was Hazel's personal fitness trainer. His physique was hard to ignore, especially
the masculine charm he exuded.
Especially in 'that' department, he was top-notch. But, to Hazel, he was just a fling.
She sat down on the couch, wrote a check for half a million dollars, and handed it to him.
"Consider this as a breakup fee. Take the money and leave. You're aware of the Dawson family's status
in Seraphim Haven. If my husband gets wind of our affair, you'll regret it."
"Don't worry, I know the score." Within seconds, he turned into a lovey-dovey puppy, sticking to Hazel
and kissing her.
"Babe, before we break up, let me charm you one last time. Consider it a repayment for your money."
Hazel still had a bit of sanity left. She knew it was unfair to Alexander. She pushed him away.
Bu he said, "One last time, then I'll leave. I promise not to bother you again."
Hazel's self-control was lacking.
His words and actions made her unable to resist.
Soon, she found herself pushed onto the couch.
They had done it before.
One more time wouldn't hurt.
Just this once.
After this last time, she decided to stop, return to her normal life, and dedicate all her love to Alexander.
Her silk pajamas were taken off one by one, falling onto the dark carpet.
From the living room to the upstairs bedroom, it felt like a battleground.
Having sex with another man on Alexander's bed gave Hazel an indescribable thrill.
Outside the villa, a Bentley with a winged logo slowly pulled up in the driveway.
It was Nora Dawson's car.
Nora was here to deliver something to Hazel.
She was holding a strawberry cake that their mom made, which was Hazel's absolute favorite.
Nora knew her sister loved to sleep in, so she didn't call Hazel but Alexander instead.
Alexander said he was at the office and that Hazel was home, so she could go ahead.
Nora knew the house code.
Upon entering, she saw the clothes scattered across the couch and carpet. Men's clothes and women's
clothes piled together.
From upstairs, loud, shameful noises resonate.
Nora was shocked.
With Alexander not home, who was Hazel with?
How could her kind and virtuous sister secretly have an affair at home?
But the silk pajamas on the floor were unmistakably Hazel's.
Nora felt sick.
She picked up a vase from the table, almost ready to rush upstairs and bash the cheating couple to
avenge Alexander.
How could Hazel do this?
But in the end, Nora chose to leave her sister with some dignity.
She put the vase back on the table and sat back down on the couch, filled with anger, shame, and
restraint.
Only after an hour or so, when the couple upstairs were done and came downstairs, did they see Nora
on the verge of exploding.
"Nora..." Hazel stammered, shocked, "You... Why are you here?"
Nora didn't say a word.
She got up, walked over, and raised her right arm!
A harsh slap landed on Hazel's left cheek.
"Nora, let me explain, I..."
Another slap interrupted her.
There was no excuse for a mistake, was there?
Nora looked at Hazel with utter disappointment as she said, "Hazel, you've shamed me. Alexander is
such a good man. How could you do this to him?"