The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 336

"Anne."

Harrison's eyes were like blazing flames as he gazed at her, yet beneath that intensity lay his deep and

tender love for her.

"I'm telling you all this not to make you realize how helpless I felt about my past choices."

"I want you to understand why we can't remarry, and why we can't walk back into the chapel and

exchange vows again." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

It wasn't because he didn't love her, but because he loved her too much.

"I don't want to see you get hurt again."

Roxanne nodded, "Harrison, I get it."

She truly did.

Putting herself in Harrison's shoes, she figured she might have made the same decision.

No matter what you choose, it's wrong.

That choice question got no right answer.

"Harrison, if we can't remarry, then so be it." She smiled crisply.

From now on, she would cherish every day with him.

"Won't you blame me?" Harrison feared that his inability to remarry would cause her sorrow and break

her heart.

Now, he couldn't bear to see her shed a single tear.

Roxanne smiled, and her response was both straightforward and decisive.

"Do I blame you? Of course, I do. I blame you for not being an ordinary person who can live the most

common, grounded, messy yet loving life with me. But more than blaming you, I hope to wake up and

fall asleep with you by my side every day. Instead of holding grudges, wouldn’t it be better for us to

finish this bowl of spaghetti together and savor the simple pleasures of life?"

Indeed.

The simple pleasures soothe the soul the most.

Even though he was the high and mighty, the one who could turn the skies and the tides with a flick of

his wrist, the tycoon of Seraphim Haven, he still craved the ordinary joys of life.

Roxanne's few words almost brought tears to this grown man's eyes.

It was touching.

His heart, numbed by power, convention, and the pursuit of wealth, suddenly felt alive again.

He was like a flower soaking up water, bursting into life and blooming.

No matter how high his status, only with Roxanne did he feel truly alive, truly happy.

Otherwise, he was just a machine controlled by his business.

"You're right, let's enjoy our spaghetti."

What could be happier than sharing a bowl of spaghetti with her?

"You're one to talk." Roxanne twirled her fork in the spaghetti, giving him a playful glare, "It's all

clumped together."

"Should I cook you another bowl?"

"It's alright, the spaghetti soaked in fried egg sauce is the best."

Roxanne dug in to slurp the spaghetti with gusto.

This was the Roxanne he had first met.

She hadn't changed.

But because of her, he had rediscovered himself.

Once they finished eating, Roxanne looked up and asked, "By the way, Harrison, you never told me

about the facial recognition thing you had Mr. Johnson and your CFO work on for me. What's that

about?"

Harrison gracefully wiped his mouth and stood up to retrieve a document from his briefcase.

"Roxanne, I need you to sign here," he said as he handed her a pen.

Without reading the content, she signed her name.

She signed her name seven times in total.

Harrison also held her hand to press her thumbprint, then gently wiped the ink from her fingers with a

wet wipe.

"There, now you've entrusted me to manage Rodriguez Group on your behalf. I'm your employee now."

Roxanne looked utterly baffled.

She didn't understand, and her face was a puzzle, "Harrison, what do you mean I've entrusted you to

manage Rodriguez Group? You are the boss of Rodriguez Group, and, how come you became my

employee?"

Harrison closed the document and set it aside before explaining everything.

"The facial recognition Mr. Johnson and Victor performed was to confirm the transfer of my shares."

Roxanne was stunned, "What, you transferred your shares to me?"

"Mm-hmm. And some of my fixed assets, investments, bonds, and foreign currency holdings have

been transferred to your name as well. Even my father's shareholdings are now in your name."

In other words, she was now the largest shareholder and the principal beneficiary of Rodriguez Group.

Harrison had quietly completed all the necessary procedures without consulting her.

"Harrison, you know what I truly value isn't your material possessions. What I want."

"I know what you want are equality, support, understanding, trust, honesty, and mutual affection in

marriage."

"Yes."

"Anne, I'm giving you these things not because I want you to be a housewife. Since you love running

your own company and making your own money, your business and your career can remain the same.

And you don't need to worry about Rodriguez Group, cause I'll work for you, and what you need to do

is just to collect the earnings."

Anne was speechless.

"Since I can't add your name to a marriage certificate again, and I can't remarry you, I owe you

something anyway."

"You want to find your own sense of security, but I also want to provide that for you."

He had never before confessed so much at once.

In fact, this was the first time he had ever opened up about his feelings since they had met.

His eyes were tender as a starry night, "Roxanne, more than giving you these things, I wish I could give

you an ordinary life, the kind of life we had when we first met, riding an e-bike to work, you dropping me

off at the subway station, both of us working hard to make a living, me handing over my entire

paycheck to you each month."

Anne remained silent.

"But you know, that kind of ordinary and happy life is a luxury to me, and I can't give that to you."

Roxanne patted his arm firmly.

Then she balled her hand into a fist and gently thumped him.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, "Why do you have to be so sentimental today, getting me all worked

up."

"I can't stand to see you cry." Harrison wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and felt his heart aching.

Stroking her cheek, he spoke again with hesitation, "Anne, maybe I shouldn't tell you all about this. But

since we can't remarry, I have to share my feelings to help you understand my love for you. I'm sorry,

it's all my fault for making you cry."

Roxanne sniffled, then she looked up and smiled, "Harrison, I still want to have children with you."

She rose from the dining chair and settled onto his lap.

"Harrison, Angela is so lonely by herself. She really wants a brother or sister. Can we give her that?

Can we have another baby?"

A frown creased Harrison's brow, and his eyes reflected a mix of deep concern and distress.

"What's wrong?" Roxanne wrapped her arms around his neck, "Don't you want to have a child with

me? Just yesterday you couldn't wait to lay me down."

She was too irresistible.

Her lithe waist.

The perfect curve of her hips.

Sultry and enchanting, she plucked at Harrison's heartstrings.

All coherent thought was seized by Roxanne in an instant.

His large hands cradled her hips, lifting her onto his waist.

He was strong, confidently striding upstairs, "Let's go back to the bedroom, to the bathroom, and make

love in the shower."