The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 23

Harrison sent Roxanne a message that read, “Roxanne, are you at the office yet?”

Suddenly, he retracted the message and replaced it with, “Roxanne, did you safely arrive at the office?”

On second thought, if she replied later, it would mean she definitely arrived safely. If he added the word

‘safely,’ it would seem like he was overly worried about Roxanne.

Harrison quickly retracted the message again and rewrote it. “Are you at the office yet?”

Roxanne didn't reply.

She had actually arrived at the office quite early because it was a short commute from her place. It was

less than ten minutes by electric bike.

But after she arrived, she took her scooter and went out to run errands, so she didn't see Harrison's

message.

Several minutes passed, and Harrison didn't get a reply from her.

While sitting in his CEO office on the 89th floor of Rodriguez Group, he kept checking his phone.

She should have already arrived, so why hadn't she replied yet?

Harrison was worried about her safety while riding the scooter. But he dared not call her and could only

wait.

As a result, the reports that he normally read in a few minutes were untouched, even after tens of

minutes.

When Alexander came to get his approval and saw that he hadn't signed the documents, he was

somewhat taken aback.

Seemed like Mr. Harrison was a bit out of sorts today.

"Mr. Harrison, these documents..." Alexander stared at him blankly.

He put down his phone and looked up, "I'll call you in when I'm done signing them. Go on ahead."

As Alexander watched him put down his phone, he noticed that just before the screen locked, the

display seemed to be stuck on a WhatsApp chat screen.

But Alexander didn't get a good look.

Was he chatting with his wife?

Alexander didn't dare ask more, "Alright, Mr. Harrison, I'll leave then."

"Mmm."

Harrison began to frown. He was eager to confirm Roxanne’s safe arrival at the office, so he called her

as soon as Alexander left.

Roxanne was waiting for the traffic light on her scooter.

Normally, she was so busy that she'd even take out her phone and make calls while waiting for the light

or even while riding.

So she picked up the call.

Upon hearing the bustling traffic noise from the phone, Harrison’s frown deepened, "You're on the

street?"

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the light. What's up?" Roxanne asked.

The busy traffic and honking made Harrison scrunch his eyebrows.

Wasn't it really unsafe to pick up calls on the road?

He didn't want her to be distracted by the call, so he decided not to talk to her much, "Call me back

when you get to the office."

By the time Roxanne got to her destination, she had forgotten to call him back.

She was busy with some affairs at the Industry and Commerce Bureau.

Harrison, sitting in his CEO office on the 89th floor of Rodriguez Group, kept waiting for her call.

Half an hour passed.

Only when Roxanne finished her work did she remember to return his call.

"Harrison, did you need something this morning?"

"You just got to the office now?" NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

"No, I was at the Industry and Commerce Bureau handling some stuff. What did you need?"

"Nothing."

"If there's nothing, then why did you ask me to call you back?"

"Have you considered buying a car?"

"A car? Why would I need a car?"

"Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to go out for business if you had a car?"

What he meant was that driving would be safer than riding an electric bike.

He went on, "If you can't afford a car right now, you can get it on installment. I'll pay the loan."

He couldn't just tell her that he'd pay for the car outright because he was ‘bankrupt’ and broke.

Without a second thought, Roxanne responded, "The company has cars and drivers. I just find riding

an electric bike more convenient because I don't have to worry about traffic, and it's not far. If there's

nothing else, I'm hanging up now. I'm still busy."

Before she could hang up, he quickly said, "Be careful when you ride; don't go too fast, and watch the

road."

"Got it. Thanks." Roxanne hung up in a hurry.

For a split second, she wondered.

Why was Harrison so concerned about her today?

She didn't think too much of it.

For the next few days, Roxanne spent her time after work preparing to set up her stall.

She stocked up, picked a good location, and even bribed the local police officers.

She had heard that the vendors in that area had to keep the cops happy with money.

That way, these business people could set up their stalls without worrying.

To make transporting goods easier, she even bought a bicycle.

Everything was ready by Saturday.

Because something came up at Rodriguez Group, Harrison claimed he had to work overtime and left

early.

Around three in the afternoon, Roxanne messaged him on WhatsApp, “Harrison, when will you be back

today? Today's my first day running the stall. If you're done with work, you could come help. If not,

that's okay too. Work comes first.”

Being in IT, overtime was a common occurrence.

Roxanne wouldn't force Harrison to come help her, but Harrison still came back.

As he was about to tell his driver, Anthony, to park the Rolls Royce across from Urban Sun Village and

walk back, he saw Roxanne boldly riding her bike across the intersection and stopping near the park on

the other side.

There were lots of people there, so she planned to set up her stall near the park.

Harrison frowned.

She rode her bike fast enough.

Now she was on a bicycle with a heavy load on the back seat.

Why was she riding so recklessly without considering safety?

"Stop the car." Harrison ordered his driver, frowning.

"Mr. Harrison, we can't park here. We have to go around." Anthony replied.

"I said STOP THE CAR!" Harrison ordered sternly with a serious look on his face.

Anthony was forced to park illegally. He watched Mr. Harrison get out of the car, ignore the traffic lights,

and march straight towards where the bike was parked.

Anthony, the driver, took a far-off glance.

Was that woman, who had the strength to carry a big bag of heavy stuff from the bike, Mr. Harrison's

newlywed wife?

I heard the chairman forced Mr. Harrison to marry a woman with a very common background.

But wasn't this woman too ordinary? She was just a woman from the bottom of society, making a living

by running a stall.

Anthony found it unbelievable.

How could such a woman marry the high and mighty Mr. Harrison?

Harrison approached Roxanne, "Didn't I tell you that I was coming back? Why didn't you wait for me at

the stall? And why were you riding your bike so fast?"

Roxanne put down a bag of goods, looking at the stern-faced man in front of her, "Can you ride a

bike?"

This stumped Harrison. He couldn't ride.

"I can't ride."

"Then why did you ask me to wait for you?"

Harrison was at a loss for words.

"Lend a hand; help me lift this."

Harrison was actually quite strong since he worked out and practiced boxing frequently.

But he had never carried such goods before.

He didn't know how to start, and today he was in such a hurry to come over that he didn't have time to

change out of his suit.

The goods were packed in large cloth bags, covered with a layer of dust.

Noticing that he was still standing, Roxanne looked up and realized he was dressed quite formally

today, "You're wearing a suit today?"

She straightened her back, put down the goods, and felt his suit material, "It looks very high-end. Didn't

you say all your clothes were locked up in the house that was seized by the bank? Where did you buy

such a high-end suit?"

"The company asked me to meet a client. They said I was dressed too casually, so I bought it

temporarily." Harrison said while helping her carry the goods.

He was quite repelled by the dusty cloth bags, but he put in a lot of effort to lift them.

Maybe he felt it was hard for her, a delicate woman, to carry such heavy goods. He was afraid the

heavy goods would hurt her.

Roxanne was thinking about now that he was going to work, he usually only wore the two sets of

sportswear she bought for him; he had no other good clothes. Only wearing sportswear did indeed look

too shabby.

She decided that she should buy him a couple of better sets of clothes when she got a chance.

Anthony parked the car across the street and came over for a look.

What on earth was Mr. Harrison doing?

Was he really selling goods at a stall in the park with a woman?

The dignified Mr. Harrison of the Rodriguez Group, who was worth millions and employed nearly forty

thousand people, was actually running a street stall with his newlywed wife?