The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 271

The infant in the cradle was as cute as a button, all soft and adorable.

She was contentedly full.

Licking her plump little lips, stretching her tiny hands and feet, she curled up to take a nap.

Even the faint smell of milk that wafted around her was enchanting.

Harrison was utterly smitten.

His gaze fixated on the dimple-cheeked face of the tiny tot, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

For the past several months, he had been living in a constant state of repressed guilt and solitude,

misunderstood and hurting.

Watching his little girl now, his heart found a moment of tranquility.

A brief respite from the pain.

His soul found great comfort.

She was his daughter!

His own flesh and blood, his precious baby girl!!

How could there be such an adorable little creature in this world!!!

She was so lovable that it seemed as if she possessed some magical healing power that could mend

all the heartaches.

That magical power was probably the bond between a father and his daughter.

Just one glance at the little munchkin was enough to stir up a deep sense of paternal love in Harrison.

He desperately wanted to hold her.

But when he reached out, Roxanne, who was holding the baby, moved back a bit.

She took a step back, "She just had milk, you can't hold her."

Her voice was straightforward and cold.

It snapped Harrison out of his serene reverie, and dragged him back to the harsh reality. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

His outstretched hand froze mid-air.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling awkward and defeated.

Eventually, his hand fell back to his side, hanging listlessly.

His tall, imposing figure suddenly looked a little forlorn.

His face, however, still maintained an air of dignified calmness.

However, beneath that composed facade, his heart was aching.

She was his own child.

But he wasn't even allowed to hold her.

Who was to blame for this predicament?

Wasn't it him?

He deserved it!

Roxanne held the little munchkin tightly.

She glanced at him, "She is not used to strangers. She might cry and throw up the milk she just had."

The word 'stranger' felt like a dagger to Harrison's heart.

Despite always being calm under pressure, his eyes couldn't hide the defeat and desolation.

Roxanne couldn't understand him.

He was the one who originally insisted on not having the child.

Why was he now looking at the child with such affection?

Perhaps there wasn't any right or wrong in this world.

Just the cruel games that fate plays on people.

Just like their daughter.

Despite Harrison's insistence on not having her, the girl still came into this world, becoming Harrison's

deepest attachment.

Seeing the defeat and desolation in Harrison's eyes, Roxanne felt a sense of melancholy.

But she didn't say anything.

She silently walked past Harrison, and left.

When she returned to Vincent, she handed the baby over to the nanny.

"Fiona, she just had milk. Could you hold her?"

Fiona took the baby.

In front of Vincent, Roxanne confidently said,

"Dad, it's getting late, I should go. If you want to see the baby, you can come over anytime. I'm still

living at the old place."

With that, she went to pack up her things.

Vincent then turned to Harrison, who had followed them.

In a low voice, he asked, "Did you see the little one?"

The dignified and composed Harrison just hummed in response.

His gaze still fixated on the baby in the nanny's arms.

He seemed deep in thought, with a serious look on his face.

Vincent then asked, "Did Roxanne let you hold the baby?"

How could Harrison admit that Roxanne didn't want him to hold their child?

Vincent had a good guess.

Watching Roxanne pack up her things, Vincent tried to find various excuses to keep her.

He asked her to stay a bit longer, and then to have dinner before leaving.

But Roxanne firmly declined each time.

When he couldn't find any more excuses, Vincent gently nudged Harrison.

Harrison tore his gaze from the baby and turned to look at Roxanne.

Roxanne had become too thin.

Most women would put on a bit of weight after childbirth.

But she seemed to have lost weight.

Her arm, carrying a large bag of baby supplies, was long and thin.

Yet, she carried the bag effortlessly.

She was always this resilient.

But Harrison knew, she was just putting on a brave face.

Suddenly he felt utterly worthless and wanted to smack himself.

"Let me carry that." Harrison tried to take the bag from her.

But she moved away, "No need, I can manage. And there's no need to see me out. Dominic's car is

here."

Harrison would have preferred if Roxanne hated him, scolded him, hit him, or yelled at him.

But she didn't hate him.

She maintained a distant and indifferent attitude towards him.

Perhaps the greatest distance in this world is when two people who were once very close become

distant and unfamiliar.

Dominic came to pick up Roxanne and her daughter, and opened the car door for Roxanne.

Roxanne got into the car.

The car drove off under the autumn sun, winding down the driveway, and slowly disappeared into the

distance.

Even after she was out of sight, Harrison was still standing there, staring into the distance.

The serene autumn scene was filled with a sense of melancholy and sorrow.

In the distance, a cheeky child was flying a kite.

The kite was soaring high one moment, and the next, it plunged into the lake.

The scene served to enhance the desolate image of Harrison standing alone against the autumn

backdrop.

Vincent looked at his son's forlorn figure, said nothing, and quietly wiped away a tear as he turned

away.

Such a good daughter-in-law had drifted away, never to return.

In the car.

Dominic held the steering wheel and glanced at Roxanne in the rear-view mirror.

"Is the baby asleep?"

Roxanne responded with a simple hum.

The image of Harrison's defeated and desolate eyes was etched in her mind, but her heart was calm.

She just felt that the whole situation was somewhat tragic.

Upon returning to East Adjacent Estates, Dominic took the baby from the nanny.

The air was filled with a faint stinky smell.

Dominic had been taking care of the little munchkin at home for over two months. He knew from

experience, the little one had definitely filled her diaper again.

Upon returning to Roxanne's place, Dominic checked the baby's diaper.

As he suspected, she had done it again.

"Man, it stinks!"

Dominic said with a grin, feigning disgust but happily holding the child. He went on to clean her up and

change her diaper.

His motions were smooth and practiced.

All the while, the little munchkin didn't cry out once.

She seemed to enjoy the tender care from Uncle Dominic.

Roxanne stood quietly by, watching them.

It was a heartwarming scene.

Dominic wasn't the child's father, but the look in his eyes was full of paternal love.

Roxanne had seen all of Dominic's actions and support along the way.

She wasn't a fool, she knew Dominic was doing all this for her.

After getting the munchkin dressed again, Dominic held her in his arms and turned to Roxanne.

"I've thought of a name for the baby."

Roxanne was intrigued, "What name?"