The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 222

But when Harrison peeped through the half-open door, he saw Roxanne walk away without a backward

glance, and his heart sank.

Outside the door, Roxanne heard the words "let her go", paused for a moment, then carried on walking.

She didn't look back, and Alexander didn't chase after her. The problems between them as a couple

weren't something he could fix with a few words.

Alexander returned to Harrison's side, helpless.

Harrison took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, then turned back to his desk, fired up his computer, and

got back to work.

Alexander walked over and said, "Harrison, if you're not in a good mood, don't force yourself to work.

You could easily make a mistake."

Alexander knew what he was talking about. He'd been through that himself.

When he'd been betrayed by Hazel Dawson, he too had tried to distract himself with work.

But the harder he tried, the worse he felt, and in the end, he couldn't do anything right.

Harrison turned on his computer, looked up, and gave Alexander a frosty stare. "What makes you think

I'm not in a good mood?"

Alexander shook his head, understanding that even now, this guy was still trying to play it cool.

No wonder Roxanne had decided to divorce him.

Alexander leaned on his desk, giving him a sideways glance. "If you love her so much, why do you

restrict her freedom and insist she stays home as a housewife? Your love is suffocating."

Harrison's expression darkened. "What makes you think I love her?"

The more Alexander revealed about his feelings, the more irritable Harrison became.

He was usually cool-headed, but the situation with Roxanne had thrown his emotional control out the

window.

Alexander knew him well and decided it was best to leave him alone. As Alexander walked out, he

closed the door behind him.

Before he did, he heard Harrison on the phone with his bodyguard, Jackson Thomas, instructing him to

keep an eye on Roxanne and ensure her safety.

In the afternoon.

Jack reported to Harrison, "Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Harrison has moved out of the villa."

The next day.

Jack reported again, "Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Harrison went to the Trade and Industry Bureau today. It

seems she's planning to register a new foreign trade company."

That woman never rested.

She was busy with the divorce and setting up a new company.

She was eager to get back to business already.

As expected, he was never as important as her career.

No wonder her love for him was so shallow.

The third day.

On his way to the hospital, Harrison received a message from Roxanne.

She asked when he was free to go to the city hall to handle the divorce procedures.

Harrison didn't reply.

Sitting next to him, Alexander continued to discuss the 6G-Technology project.

"Harrison, don't you find Dominic Thompson's car accident strange?"

"He's a key figure in our tech department. With him, it's impossible for foreign forces to breach our

network or get their hands on our technology."

Thankfully, Dominic only suffered minor fractures. Despite being hospitalized, he continued to work on

his laptop.

When they reached the hospital, Harrison walked over to Dominic. "Did Roxanne call you?"

"Are you and Roxanne preparing for a divorce?" Dominic asked in return.

It was a gloomy and troublesome topic, but Harrison didn't deny it.

Dominic replied, "Roxanne never called me."

"Are you sure she didn't call you after you returned to the country?"

"Harrison, what are you trying to say? Are you suspecting that Roxanne and I have rekindled our

relationship, hence her decision to divorce you?"

Of course, he had no such suspicion. He trusted Roxanne's character; she would be absolutely loyal to

her partner and to her marriage.

But her decisions were always firm and resolute.

After his conversation with Dominic, Harrison was even more certain. Roxanne was not one to drag her

feet.

She was as decisive about divorcing him as she had been about breaking up with Dominic. Once she

made a decision, there was no turning back.

Dominic, at least, had grown up with Roxanne.

He had been hospitalized due to a car accident, yet Roxanne hadn't visited him. It was clear that

Roxanne had moved on from Dominic.

She was really ruthless.

Harrison got up, gave Dominic a pat on the shoulder and said, "Stay strong with the cybersecurity

stuff."

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

Dominic raised his voice as Harrison's figure retreated, "Harrison, I don't want to see you and Roxanne

divorce. What happened between you two?"

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That night, at eight o'clock.

Roxanne was eating street food at her usual spot, enjoying some barbecue.

As she ate, she answered a phone call.

She didn't notice a fancy Rolls-Royce pull up across the street, and Harrison, in a full suit, stepped out

of the car.

The call Roxanne received was from a real estate agent, who told her the house wasn't selling and no

one was interested in the price she had listed.

"Ms. Martinez, if you're in a hurry to sell, you should probably consider lowering the price."

"But if I lower the price, I'll lose money."

"Ms. Martinez, as you know, the economy's been bad for the past three years, and housing prices

across the country are dropping. That's the market. If you want to sell quickly, you have to lower the

price."

After talking with the agent, Roxanne made some calculations.

Selling the house at a lower price would definitely mean a loss for her.

But if she didn't sell, she wouldn't be able to repay the loan that Harrison had helped her with.

Finally, she made up her mind, "You help me lower the price and list it online, okay? I'm in a rush to get

my divorce sorted out with my husband. We have to split the house."

She was oblivious to the fact that someone was standing behind her.

That person was Harrison.

His face was gloomy, like dark clouds were looming over him.

This woman was really determined to leave him.

He was so pissed off that steam could practically come out of his ears.

After Roxanne hung up the phone, she continued to munch on her barbecue, feeling a chill down her

spine.

As she turned around, she saw the sullen Harrison, which made her heart skip a beat.

"What are you doing here?"

Harrison didn't answer; he just sat down across from her.

The bustling and griminess of the snack street were in stark contrast to his air of refinement.

At six foot three, he sat on a small, low plastic stool. His long legs had nowhere to go.

He calmly picked up a knife and fork, skewered a piece of her half-eaten barbecue, and put it in his

mouth.

"Harrison, don't eat that; you might not be used to it."

Roxanne tried to stop him, but Harrison brushed her off.

"What's this about not being used to it? I had it for six months."

Roxanne's voice suddenly choked up.

She remembered the days when she and Harrison lived in a rented house, eating street food.

She recalled riding her electric bike every day, dropping him off at the subway station, and how he'd

hand over his salary to her every month.

Memories flooded back.

Back then, their life was really joyful.

They were both working hard and contributing to the home; it seemed so harmonious.

But when she found out he was the richest man in Seraphim Haven and he insisted on her being a full-

time housewife, she wasn't happy at all.

She felt suffocated.

As Harrison chewed on the barbecue, he said, "I can join you for street food more often in the future. I

will respect your choices. Come home with me."

Then he stopped eating, raised his head, and looked at her.

Maybe he was trying to comfort her; his voice was not so cold. It was even a bit gentle.

Roxanne asked, "And what if I don't want to be a full-time housewife?"

Harrison's face instantly turned serious, "We don't need to discuss this anymore."

"So, I can choose anything, but I can't choose not to be a full-time housewife?"

Harrison nodded.

Roxanne said with a heavy heart, "Then let's get a divorce."

Harrison's knife and fork clanked harshly on the table.

The folding table wasn't very sturdy to begin with, almost collapsing from his force.

Perhaps realizing he had lost control, the anger in Harrison's eyes gradually faded, but he still looked

very cold.

"Roxanne, do you think I can't live without you?"