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Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Roxanne introduced Amelia to Chloe.
With someone to watch over her kid, Chloe started working again.
But when Charlotte heard about Amelia getting a pretty penny for watching Chloe's kid, she got her
knickers in a twist.
After Chloe's first day back at work, she came home to find Charlotte waiting for her at the door.
"Chloe, I heard you're paying Amelia a hefty amount every month?!"
"Yeah." Chloe changed her shoes and stood up straight. "Don't sweat it. The money isn't coming out of
your son's pocket. It's from my paycheck."
Charlotte got all hot under the collar. "What kind of babysitter deserves that kind of dough?"
“Charlotte, in a big city like Seraphim Haven, this is pretty low pay. You’re not the one footing the bill, so
what’s your beef?”
Knowing Charlotte, Chloe knew she was about to stir the pot.
As anticipated, Charlotte didn't hesitate to say, "Chloe, fire Amelia. I'll watch the kid, and you give me
the money instead."
"You're kidding, right?" Chloe found this laughable.
Charlotte, however, was full of herself. "I'm Austin's grandma; I'll definitely treat him better than a
stranger. You’re better off giving me the money instead of her."
"Do you even listen to yourself?"
Charlotte saw nothing wrong with what she had said.
She continued, “Did I say something wrong? You and Oliver’s money should go to me anyway. Why
should some babysitter who can’t do anything get it?”
“Did you really just say that?” Chloe found that her perception of Charlotte had completely changed.
She retorted, "When I asked you to help me with the kid before, you kept complaining about the pain in
your back, your legs, and your head. Now you're just green with envy because I’m paying Amelia, and
you want a piece of the pie? Has your back stopped hurting? Has your headache gone away?"
Charlotte only saw dollar signs.
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Charlotte only knew how to use her and take advantage of her.
Chloe was deeply hurt.
Before Charlotte could say anything else, Chloe cut her off.
"Charlotte, save it. I'm not giving you money to babysit my kid. Besides, you can't take care of him as
well as Amelia can. What if you start complaining about your back and head again? How am I
supposed to work then?"
Charlotte got pissed, "You’re just giving away money to some stranger? Are you out of your mind?"
Chloe was seething with anger, "If I fire Amelia and hand you the money to take care of my kid, then I’d
be the one losing my marbles."
She was too mad to say another word.
She went into Amelia's room and saw Amelia looking awkward. Chloe frowned.
"Amelia, I'm sorry you had to hear all that. Don’t worry about what she said. I'll make sure you get your
pay on time each month."
Amelia sighed in response, "You really have it tough."
Chloe sighed lightly, "Marrying into this family... It's tough. I must have been blind."
Night fell.
Roxanne and Harrison went to set up their street stall after work.
It wasn’t until close to midnight that they finally closed up and went back to their rental.
They left their goods downstairs, covered with a tarp to keep the rain out.
As Harrison tied the goods down, he jokingly asked himself, “When did I start doing this kind of manual
labor?”
But ever since marrying Roxanne, he'd basically become a manual laborer.
After taking a bath, it was already past midnight.
Roxanne took out two new sets of clothes, "Harrison, I bought these for you. Try them on and see if
they fit. If not, I can exchange them at the store."
Harrison stopped drying his hair and asked, "You bought me more clothes?"
"The two sets I bought at the street market last time aren’t suitable for work. So I bought you two suits
and two shirts."
To enhance Harrison's charisma, she went out of her way to buy branded clothes.
Harrison tried them on and frowned, "They're too small and too short."
"Really?" Roxanne looked puzzled. "I knew you were tall, so I specifically asked for size 185. Doesn't it
fit either? They said I could exchange them for custom-made ones if they didn't fit. I'll take it back
tomorrow."
Harrison was taking off the suit as he spoke, "No need. I might not like the one you custom-make
either."
"You're being picky now? Do you know how much I spent on these two sets of clothes for you?"
"How much?"
"Over 500 dollars. Custom-made would cost a few tens more. I've never bought clothes for myself that
cost more than 50 bucks, and you're not satisfied with these expensive clothes."
500 dollars might not mean much to Harrison.
But when she said she'd never bought clothes that cost more than 50 bucks, yet she'd bought him
clothes worth over 500 dollars, Harrison's gaze at her softened significantly.
Roxanne took the suit from him and continued, "I think now that you've found a formal job, you can't
just dress casually anymore. That's why I bought you these decent clothes. Stand straight, let me take
your measurements, and I'll exchange them for you tomorrow."
Under her command, Harrison reluctantly spread his arms.
Roxanne pulled out a tape measure and measured his shoulder width from behind him, made a note,
then moved to his front.
"Keep your arms spread; I'm going to measure your waist."
As he bent over and lowered his head, her petite, frail figure passed in front of him.
She was so close that she was practically touching his chest.
Having just taken a bath and washed her hair, she was exuding the smell of cheap shampoo and body
wash, but Harrison found it incredibly appealing.
His gaze softened even further as he continued to look at her.
He was even willing to let her gently move the tape measure around his waist.
Her delicate skin, attractive neck, and the occasional glimpse of...
It was enough to make him restless.
He wanted to pin her down, take off her clothes, and possess her.
He was struggling to control himself.
But he knew damn well that his urge wasn't because of Roxanne's beauty, nor was it because of his
physical needs.
He just wanted to have Roxanne.
It was a man's desire to possess a woman, to have her completely belong to him.
But he didn't want to admit it.
He was contradicting himself.
He looked at the woman before him with a complex and contradictory gaze, growing deeper and
deeper.
"Harrison, you might look skinny, but your waistline ain't small."
Roxanne looked up, meeting Harrison's deep gaze that seemed like a whirlpool that tried to suck her
in.
His eyes were fixed on her lips, as if he wanted to kiss her.
But she didn't panic, nor did she avoid him. Instead, she asked straightforwardly, "Harrison, are you
trying to kiss me again?"