The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 31

Roxanne blew her top instantly.

She must have been blind to do business with a douche like Oliver.

She seriously wanted to send Oliver to the moon with a punch.

She retorted without hesitation, "Oliver, so in your eyes, all security guards are just watchdogs, huh?"

"I remember when you were dating Chloe, there was a time when you couldn't find a job and wanted to

apply for a security guard position. So, you wanted to be a watchdog then?"

Oliver's face changed, "You're the dog."

"Oh, but weren't you the one who said that security guards are watchdogs?"

She didn't back down, leaving Oliver speechless with a face full of frustration.

Then she took Harrison's arm, stood tall, and told Oliver, "Oliver, every job deserves respect. If my

husband really has to work as a security guard, I don't think it's shameful at all. But my husband,

despite his business failure, is still a skilled man. He got a job as an IT programmer, which pays quite a

lot."

"IT workers are all very proficient in computer languages."

"If such talents are considered simple-minded, then I guess someone as bad at foreign languages and

computers as you would be considered an idiot."

No matter how Oliver belittled Harrison, Harrison didn't care.

He was always looking at Roxanne.

When Roxanne kept saying ‘my husband,’ Harrison suddenly realized that he had really become

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In less than half a month, Roxanne had changed many of his thoughts and principles.

This woman, who always stood up for his dignity, seemed quite cute.

After giving Oliver a piece of her mind, Roxanne turned to look at Harrison.

Afraid that his dignity was hurt and he was upset, she wanted to comfort him.

But why was Harrison looking at her with such an interesting expression?

"Are you okay?" Roxanne asked.

Harrison replied with a question, "So in your eyes, I'm actually a talent?"

If it were any other girl, they would have beaten him to death. He had promised a car, a house, savings,

and a company before marriage, but after marriage, he said the company had gone bankrupt and he

was penniless and homeless.

But Roxanne wasn't like that.

Not only did she not despise him, but she even thought he was a talent?

She indeed had a very upright value system.

This was why Harrison admired her.

"Alright." Roxanne let go of his arm, "Don't get too cocky just because I complimented you a bit. Hurry

up and catch the subway; don't be late for work."

Harrison smiled, "Yes, ma'am!"

Roxanne watched until Harrison entered the subway station.

Oliver saw it all and was insanely jealous.

Harrison, this poor devil, had nothing. What did Roxanne see in him?

If Roxanne were his mistress, he could buy her all kinds of bags and all kinds of high-end cosmetics;

he could even divorce Chloe for her.

In what way was he inferior to this poor wretch, Harrison?

After watching Harrison leave, Roxanne finally turned around. After noticing that Oliver was glowering

at her with a twisted face, she knew that he must be up to no good.

She had refused to be his mistress, and he must have held a grudge.

Such a man was really dangerous.

But they were still running the same company together, which was really annoying!

When she got to the office, Roxanne didn't see Chloe.

Today was Monday; Chloe should have come to work, but she didn't show up.

She called Chloe, worried.

"Chloe, is Aria still sick? Or are you sick? I didn't see you at work today."

The sound of Austin crying could be heard on the other end of the phone.

"Baby, don't cry. If you're hungry, Mommy will feed you."

"Don't cry, don't cry."

After Chloe had Austin suckle at her tit, the crying finally stopped.

She then told Roxanne about the situation.

"Aria's fever is gone, and I sent her to school this morning. Oliver won't let me go to work again. He

blames me for not taking care of the child because I went to work, saying that was why the child got

sick."

"What a jerk! Why doesn't he say that he didn't take care of the child?" Roxanne was furious.

Chloe was helpless, "What can I do? It seems that he and his mother have agreed on this. His mother

says her back hurts and that she can't get up from bed. She won't help me take care of the child."

"I think she's just pretending." Roxanne was fuming, "When she goes out to play, why doesn't she say

her back hurts? Why does it hurt when it comes to taking care of the child?"

Chloe sighed helplessly, "I definitely can't go to work this shift unless I find a reliable nanny."

"Chloe, don't worry. I heard that when you're breastfeeding, if your mood is not good, the quality of the

milk will not be good."

"I know, I want to be in a good mood, but..."

But her situation was just too difficult.

If she stayed home to take care of the child and the family, Oliver would say that she lacked ambition

and call her nothing but a housewife.

When she went to work to make money, Oliver blamed her for not taking care of the family.

No matter what she did, it was all her fault.

After marrying a man like this, how could she possibly be in a good mood?

But for the sake of letting the baby get good milk, Chloe really couldn’t feel depressed. She forced

herself to adjust her mood.

"Anne, don't worry about me. It will be fine once you find a reliable nanny; everything will get better."

"I'll ask my father-in-law about the nanny and see if he has any relatives in the countryside who want to

come to the city to work and make money. People from the countryside are usually very honest and

reliable."

"Anne, thank you so much."

"Don't give me that polite talk."

"Anne, I have to go; my mother-in-law is calling me."

The call was hurriedly hung up.

Roxanne wondered if Chloe's mother-in-law, who always pretended to be sick, might be thinking of

some way to torment Chloe again.

On the other side.

While breastfeeding the baby, Chloe walked to the door of Charlotte's room.

"What do you need?"

Charlotte sprawled on her bed, hollering, "Oh man, I can't get up. I need a drink. Chloe, fetch me some

water."

The old lady, playing sick, not only refused to babysit but also demanded that Chloe wait on her.

"Are you really hurting?" Chloe was boiling inside.

Charlotte immediately snapped, "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm faking it? My back is

killing me. What? You can't even bring me a glass of water? Don't you know how to behave as a

daughter-in-law? This is just a backache. If I fell seriously ill, would you wish for my early death?"

"Am I as vicious as you say?"

Talking nonsense seemed to be a common trait among Charlotte and Oliver.

Chloe was infuriated by her attitude.

"You're not? My gout, back, and leg pain are all certified by a doctor, and you suspect me of faking it?"

Chloe, swallowing her anger, went to fetch Charlotte a glass of water.

Chloe had plenty of ways to deal with Charlotte.

In the afternoon, Chloe went to the seafood market and bought a table full of seafood.

At dinner, when Oliver came home, the family sat down for dinner.

"Why is there so much seafood today?" Oliver asked.

Chloe, restraining her anger, deliberately said, "Honey, you love seafood, and you have been craving it

for a while. I bought it especially for you."

Oliver was a dutiful son. He first picked up a crab and was about to hand it to Charlotte.

Charlotte, who usually loved seafood, was about to reach for the plate when Chloe intercepted it with

her fork.

With pretended filial piety, Chloe advised, "You can't eat crab today. Isn't your gout acting up again?

And your back and leg pain? If you eat crab, you'll suffer even more. You might end up in the hospital."

Charlotte could only watch the tempting crab with wide eyes, unable to touch her utensils. "I don't

have..."