The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 85

Harrison asked, "You want me to come back ASAP?"

Roxanne didn't know how to respond.

Then Harrison asked again, "You want me to come back?"

"No, not really." Roxanne's mind couldn't catch up for a moment. She didn't understand why she was

always tongue-tied when responding to Harrison.

She grasped her phone tightly, lost in thought for a while. She was sure that she was just used to

having Harrison around. His sudden absence left her feeling a bit lonely. But it didn't mean she started

missing him.

Thinking about this, she didn't feel so awkward and nervous anymore, and her heartbeat gradually

returned to normal.

Then she said, "Harrison, your performance at the company has been recognized. They even

entrusted you with such an important task as going to London. You should finish your task before you

come back. I was just asking. It’s nothing urgent."

Harrison on the other end of the phone calmly said, "I thought you wanted me to come back ASAP. If

you do, I can arrive at Seraphim Haven tomorrow morning."

"No need," Roxanne quickly said. "The company sent you to work there, you can't just come back

because you want to."

Indeed, he couldn't just come back because he wanted to. He was a major shareholder of the group,

wasn't he the one who called the shots? He said again, "Don't worry, I'll work hard here and won't let

the company's training and trust in me go to waste. They're planning to give me a raise next month."

"Another raise?" Roxanne said in surprise. "Harrison, your business skills must be really strong. You've

been there for a month, just got a bonus, and now you’re getting a raise?"

"I've been in this line of work before I started my own business. Business is tough right now, so since

I've gone broke, I'll stick to my old trade and work hard." Lying had become second nature to Harrison.

Roxanne really believed him. "How much did your salary increase?"

"Not much, a few hundred," Harrison said. "When I get my salary next month, I'll keep some pocket

money, and give the rest to you to manage."

"Why give it to me?"

"Since I married you, we have to live together. From now on, all the financial issues at home should be

handed over to you. You know how to save, and I trust you with our finances."

When Harrison said this, Roxanne felt a bit warm inside. He was different from other men, especially

Oliver.

After Chloe got married, she never saw any money from Oliver, and it was always difficult to ask him for

money. But Harrison was different. He took the initiative to give her control of their finances. This

showed that he was indeed a good man.

Roxanne felt very satisfied. "Thank you for your trust, I will definitely take good care of our home and

make our life better and better."

"Mm."

"Harrison, I have to tell you something really dramatic."

She told Harrison about Chloe's encounter with Mr. Alexander and how Mr. Alexander saved her.

Harrison's reaction after hearing this was very calm.

Roxanne asked, "Harrison, don't you think this is dramatic and surprising?"

"There's nothing surprising in this vast world," Harrison said indifferently.

Roxanne said, "This is too coincidental, like a plot from a novel. Meeting a big boss on the street, then

being saved by the big boss. This actually happened to Chloe."

Harrison, "Mm."

Roxanne, "Mr. Alexander and his wife are very friendly and approachable, not at all like the arrogant

rich people."

Harrison, "What do you think rich people are like?"

Roxanne, "I've never been in contact with rich people, I don't know. Also, Harrison. Mr. Alexander said

that his brother, whose net worth is 10 figures, married a very ordinary woman, and his brother stays

with his wife every day. I really don't know how that woman got so lucky."

Harrison tentatively asked, "What, you also fantasize about marrying such a rich man?"

"I wouldn't harbor unrealistic fantasies," Roxanne quickly explained. "I like a down-to-earth life. When

two people are together, they should be of similar strength, only then can they go further. If it's really

like Mr. Alexander said, one is a rich man, the other a commoner, they will have no common topics,

different social circles, different lifestyles, interests, and preferences. How could they last?"

Today she just wanted to chat more with Harrison. Only when she heard his voice would she feel at

ease. In the past, every night, she would sleep in the room, while Harrison would sleep on the couch

outside. Although separated by a door, she knew that as long as his figure was outside the door, she

wouldn't feel lonely.

His absence these past few days made the empty house seem cold. She just wanted to hear more of

his voice, so she actively found many topics to chat about with him. But she was afraid of affecting his

work. It was already bedtime in their country, but it was still daytime in London.

She quickly asked, "Harrison, are you busy now? Did I disturb your work?"

"No." Harrison also wanted to talk to her a bit more.

Only by hearing her voice, would he feel comfortable.

In fact, he had just started a morning meeting, and the ten-minute break had passed; he had to return

to the meeting room. But he was still on the phone with Roxanne. He asked again, "Roxanne if you

were lucky and married a super-rich man, would you be happy?"

"Are you a super-rich man?" Roxanne countered.

Harrison paused for a moment. "No, I mean if."

"There are no ifs. If I really married a super-rich man, I definitely wouldn't."

"Why?"

"Why would a super-rich man be interested in me?"

"What if he was?"

"That would be in my dreams."

An unreachable dream actually came true for Roxanne.

Harrison was afraid of scaring her off, so he dropped the subject. "You heading off to sleep? Make sure

you lock the door, I got stuff to deal with."

"Off you go then," Roxanne reminded him. "Oh, Harrison, isn't Vincent's birthday in ten days?"

"How did you know?" Harrison asked.

Roxanne, "I saw his ID the last time."

Harrison, "Yeah, his birthday is coming up."

Roxanne, "So, it's in eight days then. You should probably head home, I want to go with you to buy a

birthday gift for your dad."

This year was Vincent's 70th birthday. Vincent planned to celebrate it properly, and Harrison had

prepared a birthday party for him. If Roxanne wanted to celebrate Vincent’s birthday with Harrison,

there might be...

Harrison frowned. "We'll talk about it when I get back."

Roxanne, "Alright, go on with your work, we'll talk when you get back."

After hanging up, Roxanne turned off the light and prepared to go to sleep. The room was pitch black.

Roxanne couldn't help but feel nervous. She had gotten used to having Harrison by her side.

He'd only been gone for three days, and now even the moonlight seemed cold. When you got used to

loneliness and suddenly a warm person barged in, it could make you dependent.

She picked up her phone again and sent Harrison a message. [Harrison, make sure you eat well and

take care of yourself in London.]

Harrison, who was far away in London, had just returned to the meeting room and sat down. Seeing

the message, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Then, he replied. [Go to sleep, goodnight!]

Sitting across from him, Samuel chuckled. "Harrison, texting your wife?"

Harrison's smile disappeared and his face turned serious. "Back to the meeting!"

...

The next afternoon, Roxanne had to go to the customs office.

The international business she and Chloe were working on was finally showing some progress, and

they had to pick up some shipped goods from the customs office. The way to the customs was a bit far,

so she didn't ride her bike but drove the company's car instead.

After getting on the highway, a little white dog suddenly ran out in front of her. To avoid the dog,

Roxanne swerved sharply.

Bang! She collided with the car in front.

Due to the inertia, her head hit the steering wheel, and it took her a while to come around. Fortunately,

she only had a scrape on her scalp. The owner of the car she hit ran to her car and banged on the

window, yelling. "Get out. Do you even know how to drive?"

Unbuckling her seatbelt, Roxanne quickly got out of the car, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I swerved to avoid a dog and ended up hitting your car. It's my fault, I'll compensate you."

"Compensate? Look at my car, can you even afford it?" Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The young guy in front of her was too arrogant. Roxanne was a bit annoyed. But when she looked at

the car she hit and saw that it was a luxury sports car, she lost her nerve, feeling a sense of panic.

A Bugatti?

How unlucky, had she hit a luxury car worth at least a million dollars? Why had she been hitting luxury

cars recently?

Now she really had to sell her house.

"You can't see the road, you’re driving a crappy car and you even dared to hit my car. I'll make you pay

until you're bankrupt."

The young guy was cursing while dialing the police.

When he finished the call, Roxanne, although frightened, managed to maintain her composure and

said with a frown, "I'll sell my house to compensate you. You can rest assured, I won't skimp a penny.

But please be polite when you speak to me. You don't need to use vulgar language all the time. So

what if you're rich? No matter how much money you have, we're all gonna leave this world in a few

decades, do you think you will live longer than me?"

At that moment, Roxanne thought of Harrison. For some reason, the first person she thought to call

was Harrison. She completely forgot that it was already midnight in London.

Harrison was sleeping. But he immediately answered Roxanne's call. "Roxanne!"

"Harrison." Roxanne sounded a bit upset. "I hit a Bugatti."

Maybe because he was her husband, she only showed her vulnerability in front of him. Although she

felt sad, scared, and anxious, she tried to stay calm. "Harrison, that house we bought on installment,

we might have to sell it."

"Don't panic! Where are you now?"

"On the highway just outside the house, to the left."

Harrison comforted her. "Wait for me, I'll make a call, and get right back to you."

He was in London and couldn't rush to her side immediately. Hearing her sound a bit upset but trying to

sound calm, he began to feel anxious.

He called Alexander several times, but Alexander didn't pick up. He then called Alexander's secretary.

It wasn't until the secretary knocked on Alexander's office door that Alexander paused what he was

doing. At that moment, Alexander was in the resting area of his office, being intimate with his wife,

Hazel.

It was helpless.

Hazel, approaching her thirties, had a strong sexual desire. For the past half month, Alexander had

been busy with work and neglected her. Today, Hazel took the opportunity to bring him lunch and

pushed him onto the bed.

Hearing the knock and the phone ringing, Hazel frowned. "Honey, ignore them, let's continue."

The knocking and the ringing continued.

Alexander answered the phone, and the secretary said, "Mr. Alexander, Harrison called you several

times, but you didn't answer. He said it's urgent."

"Alright, I'll call him back."

As Alexander was about to make the call, Hazel grabbed his hand. "Honey, let's finish before you call

Harrison back, otherwise you'll have to leave again."

"Harrison must have something urgent, otherwise he wouldn't have the secretary remind me."

"No, don't go."

"Listen to me!"

Alexander called Harrison back.

Harrison's tone was a bit cold. "What were you doing, I called you several times, and you didn't

answer?"

How could Alexander say that he was making out with his wife in the middle of the day?

"What's up, dude? If it's not a life-or-death situation, hit me up in an hour."

"Is Hazel hanging out at your place?"

"Nope."

"Your secretary was pretty sure Hazel stopped by today, and even brought you lunch. Don't tell me you

had your meal and then hopped into bed with her?"

"What the heck are you talking about? I'm a straight shooter, not the kind to fool around in broad

daylight at the office."

"Take a left from my house, hit the highway. Check out what’s going on."

"The highway left of your house?"

"Yes, go now. Roxanne just rammed into a Bugatti."

"Oh, crap..."

"Tell Hazel, unless it's super important, she shouldn't be dropping by your office. It's not cool during

work hours."

"Harrison..." Alexander tried to explain, but Harrison cut him off. "Just go. Be there in twenty. Also,

check on my wife. If she's hurt, rush her to the hospital."

Then, the call ended.

Alexander's mood was totally wrecked. He got up to dress, and Hazel clung to him. "Darling!"

"You heard what Harrison said, didn't you?"

"What, is he your boss or something, hogging all your time? Making you work overtime at night and

controlling your day too?"

"Behave! It's work hours, I need to handle his wife's situation."

"What a buzzkill!"

Alexander stood up, and quickly got dressed. Twenty minutes later, he reached the accident scene. He

heard that Roxanne crashed into a Bugatti, pricier than his Rolls-Royce.

He couldn’t be outshined, so he rolled up in Harrison's Shelby Supercars sports car. The car slowed to

a stop at the crash site. There, Roxanne and a young guy were waiting for the cops to handle the

situation.

Alexander spotted Roxanne, parked, got out, and acted like he'd bumped into her.

"Ms. Martinez, is that you?"

Roxanne was surprised and answered, "Mr. Alexander, what are you doing here? What a coincidence."

Glancing at the crash scene, Alexander quickly turned his attention to Roxanne, giving her the once-

over. After all, Harrison specifically asked him to check if his wife was injured.

"Are you alright, any injuries?" Alexander asked, sounding concerned.

Roxanne thought to herself, what were the odds? They met yesterday, and bumped into each other

today?

Talk about coincidence...