The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 21

As he recalled the scene of Roxanne waking up crying that night, there was a clear and visible trace of

pity in Harrison's eyes.

"Harrison." Vincent saw the pity in his eyes and asked him, "Do you also feel sorry for Anne?"

"Yeah." Harrison admitted. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Vincent continued, "But on a regular basis, Anne seems optimistic and strong, you can't see any signs

of sadness or negativity in her, right?"

Harrison agreed, "Indeed."

Vincent went on, "Such a pitiful yet wonderful woman, don't you want to pity her a bit more?"

"I'll fulfill my duty as a husband," Harrison stated clearly.

"Besides your duty, after spending these few days together, have you ever thought about having a

romance with Anne?" Vincent asked tentatively.

Without a second thought, Harrison said, "Wise men don't fall in love."

That was exactly what Vincent expected him to say. Yet, he laughed happily. Because Harrison's

attitude towards Roxanne had changed significantly.

From initially planning to "marry in name only and divorce after a year", to now "fulfilling his duty as a

husband", this showed that Harrison was no longer resisting the marriage and no longer mentioning

divorce.

Not bad, not bad.

After work, Roxanne didn't go straight home. She rode her e-bike and made another trip to East

Adjacent Estates.

Many property owners were still outside with banners, demanding their homes back from the

developer.

The news about the unfinished East Adjacent Estates had become a hot topic in Seraphim Haven.

Despite this, the government still couldn't give homeowners an explanation. After all, the developer

took the money, and the most they could be blamed for was inadequate supervision, but they had no

obligation to compensate.

After a few days, Roxanne seemed to have come to terms with it. The house was gone, the loan still

had to be paid, life had to go on, and she couldn't afford to be depressed.

Instead of being depressed, she might as well work hard to earn money. Who knew, maybe she can

earn enough for a down payment on a new house?

But the down payment for a house in Seraphim Haven was nearly what she'd earned in fifteen years of

hard work. It sounded easy, but it was really hard to earn.

Roxanne just comforted herself with these thoughts, but with this drive to fight, she came home with a

fresh look.

Vincent had already prepared dinner, and he was surprised to see her come back so spirited, "Anne,

what's got you so happy?"

Wasn't she all down in the dumps because of the house issue? How come her whole attitude changed

today?

"Nothing really." Roxanne washed her hands and helped Vincent serve the dishes to the table, "Just on

the way back, I thought of a way to make some extra money, and I feel pumped."

Vincent setting his cutlery, "What kind of money-making scheme?"

Roxanne smiled, "Street vending."

"Street vending?" Harrison, who just served the last soup to the table, clearly looked down on the idea.

"What's wrong with street vending?" Roxanne retorted as she sat down with Vincent.

Harrison also sat down, "You are a owner of a small company, can you really stoop to street vending?"

Roxanne: "Don't look down on street vending. They can earn dozens of bucks a night, keep it up and

they can earn thousands a month. Small businesses are not doing well these days. We have over

twenty people in our company, but after all the expenses, we can only make a few thousand or ten

thousand a month, sometimes even less."

She was thinking about earning money, and shared her thoughts with Harrison. "Harrison, you know

that the house I bought is unfinished, right?"

Harrison nodded, "Dad told me."

He then took out a bundle of cash and handed it to Roxanne, "You still have to pay the mortgage for

the unfinished house, must be tough."

"Where did you get the money?" Roxanne was surprised, "Didn't you just find a job?"

Harrison: "I got an advance salary from the company."

He had told her that his new job was in IT. IT elites in Seraphim Haven earned high salaries. It was

normal for him to get so much money as a new employee.

Harrison continued, "Don't go street vending, I'll help you with the mortgage payments."

Vincent wanted him to invest billions to buy the unfinished building and continue the construction so

Roxanne could move in. He didn't agree, but he was willing to fork out a few thousand to ease her

pressure.

However, Roxanne didn't plan to take his money. "I mentioned the unfinished house not to ask for your

help with the mortgage payments. I was thinking if we work hard and earn a bit more; we can save up

for another down payment. What do you think?"

Harrison frowned.

Roxanne continued with her plan: "You see, your salary is already so high as a new employee, it

should increase by 30% after a promotion, right? My company has a base dividend every month. If we

use our off-work hours to do some street vending, we can earn more each month. In three or four

years, we could save up enough for a down payment. Of course, I'm just saying. If you disagree, I won't

force you. In a relationship, the most important thing is to have compatible viewpoints."

She said so much, but all Harrison heard was her plan for them to do street vending together. He didn't

listen to any of her plans about saving up for a house.

Street vending together? She was asking him, a man worth billions and in control of a large financial

group, to go to the noisy and chaotic Night Fair to do street vending?

At this moment, Harrison's brows were tightly furrowed. He never imagined that someone in this world

would ask him to do such a meaningless and time-wasting task.

Did she know how much money he could make in a second? If he told her, she'd probably drop dead.

Just as he was about to flat-out refuse, he heard Vincent happily agree, "Sure, I can do that. I can even

cook and deliver meals for you."

"Dad." Harrison frowned at Vincent.

Vincent leaned in and whispered in his ear, "If you agree to Roxanne, I'll move out. Otherwise, I'll stay

here."

Thinking that if his dad moved out, he wouldn't have to share a room with Roxanne, he considered it

and turned to Roxanne, "I can help you with the stall when I have time. But have you thought about

what you're going to sell?"

"I've got it all figured out."

Roxanne then went on a roll with her analysis. For a small business like running a stall, she analyzed

everything from target audience, competition analysis, profit and loss, to the source of goods.

Harrison realized that his wife had a knack for business. It was just that she didn't finish college and

didn't have a better platform, otherwise she would be a powerful woman.

He nodded in agreement.

"You agree?" Roxanne looked at him expectantly.

He nodded again.

"Then let's do it." Roxanne was overjoyed and suddenly full of energy.

She pulled out a bottle of tequila, unscrewed the cap, and filled a glass for Harrison, his father, and

herself.

"To celebrate our new money-making scheme, let's drink?"

Harrison looked at the bottle, "What kind of drink is this?"

He asked with a disdainful look, "Is it good?"

"Don't be so picky."

Saying this, Roxanne picked up her glass to clink with theirs.

"I bought a good tequila. It cost dozens of dollars. Not the cheap kind. It's good."

Did it matter if it cost dozens of dollars or just a few? In Harrison's eyes, only the wines he collected in

his cellar were good wines; the one Roxanne poured for him just now would be considered cheap,

adulterated liquor. It might even be poisonous.

He'd rather die than drink it.

Roxanne forced the glass into his hand, "Let's celebrate."

"Don't be a wet blanket," Vincent glared at him, "Just drink up."

Harrison was thinking he wouldn't drink such low-grade and inferior liquor. But his hand involuntarily

steadied the glass and clinked it against Roxanne and Vincent's.

Roxanne can hold her liquor, but she got flushed when she drank and it didn't fade easily.

After a walk to aid digestion after dinner, her face was still flushed.

After taking a shower, Harrison asked her, "Do you need me to apply medicine to the wounds on your

back?"

Roxanne brought out the medicine box, and sat in front of him, "If you could, please help me apply it."

Harrison focused on applying the medicine for her.

Every time he helped her apply the medicine these days, he didn't dare to look directly at her body.

Even when their eyes met, he was always gentlemanly and restrained.

He was worried he might lose control, so he quickly got his laptop after applying the medicine, saying

he had work to do.

Because Roxanne's body was too beautiful, especially her butterfly bone on her back. Any man would

have that kind of thoughts about her. Harrison had to find a way to control himself.

This time, however, Roxanne held his hand, "Harrison..."

Her beautiful fingers gripped his strong wrist, as if she was gripping his sanity. When Harrison turned to

look at her sweetly blushing face, he suddenly felt a bit dazed and restless.