The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 246

It happened so fast.

It was really so sudden that Roxanne couldn't believe her ears.

The snow continued to fall, the wind kept on howling, and in the chill, every sense was heightened.

Every word Harrison said struck her fragile nerves with a resounding force. Although it was freezing,

Roxanne felt a warmth beginning to spread within her, probably due to her racing heartbeat.

With her blood tingled, the cold was suddenly forgotten, and so was the falling snow. Her heart was in

turmoil, filled with unease.

Facing the snowstorm, Roxanne looked at him, bewildered. "Harrison, do you even know what you're NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

saying?"

She had been the one to suggest the divorce. In hindsight, it was quite a reckless move. She didn't

want to divorce him, but when it came down to choosing between her career and her marriage, she

chose the former.

She had hoped that this would change Harrison's attitude, make him see their marriage in a new light,

respect her independence, and support her ambitions of making money by herself.

The world was no place for a housewife who depended entirely on her husband for happiness.

Once a woman put all her expectation of happiness on her husband, she in fact would be the one being

supported financially by the man, or to put it bluntly, she would be like a parasite, depending on his

man about literally everything.

She was too proud to rely on anyone else.

Especially when Harrison was so accomplished and respected. How could she, living off him like a

parasite, ever consider herself his equal, or discuss pure affection?

Even though she couldn’t be roughly the same as him, when she was able to earn her living by herself,

wouldn’t come for Harrison’s money or position, she could feel she became more confident and

assured in a relationship.

But Harrison didn't understand any of this.

She thought his coldness after the divorce was a calculated decision. She never expected him to regret

his actions, to want to get back together.

He was the one who cut her off completely, even going as far as blocking her number from his phone

and WhatsApp, and even deleting it from the cellphones of Alexander’s, Vincent’s and those of his

associates. He also deleted Chloe Mitchell’s number and WhatsApp.

Acting like they were strangers when he ran into them.

She had managed to pull through, feeling as if she had narrowly escaped death.

Just when she had come to terms with the failure of her marriage, he suddenly appeared again,

expressing his regrets, wanting to remarry.

Her peace of mind was once again disrupted.

How would she be able to face it?

She looked at him, asking seriously, "Harrison, are you sure you know what you're saying?"

"I'm pretty sure."

His voice wasn't as clear due to the vast emptiness of the snowy landscape and the loud wind. But it

was firm, resolute, striking her disoriented heartstring with every word.

She was beginning to understand him less. "Harrison, I always thought you were steady, always made

rational decisions."

But as a matter of fact, that wasn't the case.

Before their divorce, he had thrown a fit because she was too engrossed in her work and neglected

him. He had said that there was no point being together if she only cared about her work, and

suggested they might as well divorce.

During the divorce, he had been adamant about not agreeing. But then he had suddenly asked her to

swiftly complete the procedures, and cut her off immediately afterwards.

In retrospect, it wasn't exactly mature.

It wasn't the behavior one would expect from a successful businessman.

"You suddenly wanted to cut all ties. And now, all of a sudden, you want to remarry. Harrison, this is

making me feel very uneasy and scared."

Harrison, standing in the snow, allowed the wind to cut through him like a blade. His broad shoulders

slumped slightly.

"Haven't you ever thought about remarrying me?"

Roxanne didn't want to lie to herself.

Or to him.

Looking at his sad and desperate eyes, she answered him honestly.

"Harrison, in the past few months since we split up, Chloe and I have been doing business and making

quite a bit of money. Things are looking successful. But that's just a case of failing in love and

succeeding in business. I'm not doing as well as I seem."

Eating alone, sleeping alone.

And there was no one warming the bed.

Her best friend, despite being caring and attentive, had her own family, her own children to take care

of.

She couldn't spend her whole life with her.

When she fell ill, she had to tough it out alone, not wanting to bother anyone. She had to go to the

hospital, wait in line, see the doctor, get prescriptions all alone.

During her free time, when she wasn't busy with work, she would space out.

She would ask herself. Wasn’t she punishing herself by choosing to divorce?

But still, she believed that she should hold on firmly to her career to be self-supported.

No one could be relied upon forever, not even her parents, or Harrison, the man who was so much

more accomplished than she was.

Only by holding on to her career did she feel secure.

It was something that even Harrison, the richest man in Seraphim Haven, couldn't give her.

She was not doing well, and she told him honestly.

She also wanted to tell him about her true feelings.

"But, Harrison, it feels like I've adapted to life after divorce. The feeling of not being forced, of earning

my own money and spending it, is really reassuring."

Harrison didn't quite understand what she meant. "So, you've never thought about remarrying, not even

a little bit?"

She told him seriously, "Harrison, I'm really scared. I can't answer you right now. We should both take

some time to think it through."

Harrison looked frustrated.

He seemed dejected and disappointed, but he didn't show it.

He tried to console himself that this outcome was actually good, at least he wasn't outright rejected.

But it felt even more painful than being rejected.

They both fell silent for a while.

In the midst of the snowstorm, Harrison took off his camel coat and put it over Roxanne's shoulders.

"Could you walk a little further with me?"

In this snowy weather, taking a stroll with the man you love should be a wonderful thing.

But Roxanne was truly exhausted. "Harrison, I've been working non-stop for over 30 hours. I really

want to go home and sleep."

"I'll walk you to your door." Harrison just wanted to spend a little more time with her.

"No need. Go home. I'll contact you tomorrow."

With that, she turned and briskly walked away.

Harrison called out after her, "Roxanne, what's your new number?"

She hadn't deleted his number. "I'll call you later," she said.

"Do you still have my number?" he asked.

Roxanne didn't turn around, and she merely paused in her stride.

She stood against the falling snow, the wounds in her heart that had just healed suddenly torn open

and pulled apart. "You blocked and deleted my number, but I didn't."