The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 335

Miss Thompson caught her in the act, tucked snugly in bed, and insisted she get some proper sleep.

With a compliant nod, the little munchkin agreed.

But as soon as Miss Thompson left, she burrowed under the covers again, secretly chatting away on

her phone.

Roxanne was at her wit's end with the little rascal.

No wonder she could fall asleep so deeply without even having dinner.

Calling her name wouldn't stir her; she was a little sleeping beauty through and through.

Watching the drool escape the corner of her mouth and soak into the pink pillowcase, Roxanne

chuckled and shook her head.

Beside her, Harrison was filled with nothing but adoration for his daughter in his eyes.

At the moment their gazes met, a silent understanding passed between them.

Harrison seemed to have a thousand words to say, yet he felt words were inadequate to express his

complex mix of guilt, satisfaction, and bliss.

"Roxanne, thank you. Thank you for everything you endured to keep our little girl with us. I was such a

fool back then."

A warm smile spread across Roxanne's face as she tucked the blanket around the munchkin and

turned to him.

"Harrison, let's leave the past where it belongs. We don't need to dredge up old wounds." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Life is so fleeting – a mere thirty thousand days if we're lucky to reach a century.

With a serious illness, or an accident, it could all be over, and we would have to say goodbye to this

world and those we hold dear.

She refused to live with regrets.

Life was too short to dwell on pain.

It wasn't that she'd forgotten the hurt, but that she chose to live joyfully.

And now, with Angela happily nestled between her parents, what wasn't to cherish?

Above all, she loved Harrison.

And he loved her.

In this hectic journey of life, to have met and loved someone was a blessing beyond measure.

She refused to spend her days in fear, evasion, or anxiety.

Even if the future held no fairy-tale ending, at least for now, she and Harrison were together.

After the plane crash scare, she realized how precious every connection was – to have had it at all was

a tremendous joy.

"Harrison, let's not talk about the past anymore."

"Roxanne." Harrison began.

She knew what he was about to say. Raising a finger to his lips, she silenced him, "Don't say thank

you. My forgiveness wasn't given lightly. It was for the best – for you, for me, and for Angela. No thanks

are necessary."

Harrison kissed her fingertip tenderly, and with a sigh, he pulled her into his embrace. "Roxanne, I'm

not hungry for dinner anymore; I just want you."

"But I'm starving," Roxanne pushed back and headed downstairs to the kitchen while teasing him.

"I'm going to boil some pasta. If you don't want dinner, you can go hungry," she said playfully.

Harrison trailed after her. "Let me cook tonight."

She always made pasta for him, but for tonight, he wanted to return the favor.

Although he wasn't a maestro in the kitchen, he had watched her enough times to replicate her simple

yet delicious egg pasta.

In no time, two bowls of steaming egg pasta were ready.

Harrison carried the bowls to the dining table, and sat across from Roxanne.

"Your pasta smells amazing!" she complimented before she took a big bite and hissed at the heat,

perhaps because her hunger made her careless. Harrison quickly handed her a bottle of soda water to

cool her mouth.

She took a sip and dove back into her meal. It was just a bowl of egg pasta, but somehow, when it

came from Harrison, it tasted extraordinary.

As they ate, Harrison suddenly said, "Anne, I can't remarry you, not after the whole Nora incident."

Her fork paused mid-air, and her expression dimmed with hurt.

"Anne, don't jump to conclusions. It's not that I don't want to remarry you or take you back. But after

what happened with Nora, it's not safe to reveal our relationship. However, I have another plan for us."

Roxanne was in no rush to hear Harrison's plans.

His mention of Nora brought back the memory of her first encounter with Nora. Back then Roxanne had

no idea he was the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven, nor did she know that Nora loved him from afar.

She had accidentally bumped into Nora's Bentley with her scooter. Nora didn't ask for compensation,

and just lamented her own heartbreak – her long-time love had married someone else.

Roxanne remembered the image of Nora dressed in a flowing white gown, who seemed to her the

embodiment of the very essence of a broken-hearted angel.

At that time, Roxanne didn’t know Nora was the heiress of the Dawson family, nor did she find out that

Harrison was the man Nora had pined for – yet Nora knew Roxanne was Harrison's bride.

Later, Nora bore no ill-will, and instead she silently wished them well.

Even when Harrison, torn between his two loves, chose to be responsible and marry Nora, she could

have accepted his proposal. Their match was perfect in society's eyes.

But Nora declared she wouldn't be with Harrison unless his love was true.

Roxanne had thought she was the most clear-eyed in matters of the heart, but Nora had seen

everything even clearer.

Roxanne's thoughts were interrupted as she wondered about Nora's well-being. "Harrison, how has

Nora been all these years? Is she alright? Alexander said she disappeared. Don't you know where she

is?"

"Are you not curious about my plan for us?" Harrison asked, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

She had wanted to ask about Nora for so long.

"Tell me about Nora first. Do you know where she is?"

Nora was Harrison's lifetime regret.

His brows were furrowed with worry, and with a heavy sigh, he shook his head, "Nora doesn't want to

be found by anyone."

"Why did you have to drag Nora into the whole 6G debacle, Harrison? Couldn't it have been someone

else?" Roxanne had been holding onto this question, desperate for an answer.

Harrison regretted the pain he'd caused Nora, but he laid out the reasons for his actions to Roxanne,

one by one.

The story went like this. He had been invited to be an honored guest during one of Nora's piano recitals

at an international concert hall, where the foreign press had snapped photos of him with Nora, and

there were even rumors swirling about a dinner they shared together.

Harrison was a man who valued his privacy above all else, so his personal life was always kept under

wraps.

His 6G competitors, by following the trail, had unearthed his close childhood connection with Nora.

They grew up together like two peas in a pod.

So, he played along, letting the media spin tales about Nora being the love of his life.

If he hadn't diverted their attention, they would've dug deeper and discovered Roxanne.

How could he risk Roxanne being dragged into danger?

The 6G technology wasn't just the crown jewel of the Rodriguez Group; it was a pillar for the national

economy, which touched various tech sectors including telemedicine and critical national defense

technologies.

Certain global powers had been eyeing 6G technology with envy.

Before the attempted plane crash, he had led his team in a three-day symposium with national defense

leaders to discuss the future of 6G technology.

Had the international factions kidnapped Roxanne instead and used her to pressure him.

Carrying the weight of his nation's pride and honor, he wouldn't have been able to ensure her safety.

He would've faced the same agonizing choice between his duty and Roxanne, and he would've chosen

the greater good over his own heart.

Why did he push Nora into the spotlight?

He had no other choice.