The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 197

The word "Darling" flashed on the screen, leaving Roxanne feeling pretty bummed.

Even when Harrison called her back, it didn't do much to lift her spirits.

Her phone used to display "Harrison"; she couldn't remember when she changed his name to "Darling."

She started to care about Harrison unconsciously.

She realized it too late, feeling like a frog in slowly boiling water, unable to escape.

The soup was still bubbling in the pot, and her stomach started to hurt.

With a hand on her stomach, she turned off the stove and answered Harrison's call.

"Sorry!" Harrison's tone was somewhat soothing, "I was in the shower, and didn't hear your call."

"Where are you showering?" Roxanne asked while cleaning up the soup splashed on the table.

The more she wiped, the messier the table got.

She tried to hide her unease, but the more she tried, the more chaotic her heart felt.

Harrison, however, kept lying with a straight face, "I’m showering in our bedroom’s bathroom. This is

the only one at home.”

What a joke!?

He was clearly lying. Their house was just over a hundred square meters, quite small.

He could totally hear the phone ringing in the bedroom when he was in the bathroom.

She had tested this many times.

Harrison was definitely not home.

She remembered once running into Harrison in a luxury residence called Grandeur Meadows.

In Seraphim Haven, that was top-tier, and those who could afford to live there were all billionaires.

Right, Alexander also lived there.

Harrison would go back to his mansion when she wasn't home.

Did he really need to lie to her over and over again? Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She threw the trash on the table into the garbage can and washed her hands under the faucet.

She tried to cool down.

She wanted to handle this problem calmly, "Harrison, did you think about what I asked you last time?"

"Did you?" Harrison countered.

"About what?" Roxanne asked.

Harrison put his phone on a shelf in the closet and turned on the speakerphone.

He pulled out a robe and put it on before answering, "Do you think it's normal for us to live apart for

such a long time and rarely see each other? Is that a normal marriage?"

The feeling of being neglected washed over him.

Harrison looked at the word "wife" on his phone screen, his eyes turning cold.

His phone used to display "Roxanne".

Back then, she was just his wife in the legal sense.

But now, she was his life partner, the only woman who would bear his children.

He couldn't stand this feeling of long-term neglect.

Even when he took the initiative, all he got was her attitude of placing work above him.

This was something he couldn't accept.

He asked again, "Do you think you qualify as a wife?"

Roxanne couldn’t keep her cool anymore; she forgot to turn off the faucet, and the water kept running.

"Harrison, who are you to question whether I'm a qualified wife? Do you see yourself as a qualified

husband?"

"Am I not qualified?" Harrison retorted coldly.

Despite being the richest man in Seraphim Haven, he had lowered his status to live with her.

When she ate at street stalls, he followed.

The rental house she lived in was as small as his bathroom at home, yet he followed.

He had made so many changes to adapt to her, did she know?

Suddenly, he felt a bit wronged, lowering his status to please her.

He relaxed his hands and drooped his shoulders.

He seemed pained but hid it with indifference.

"Roxanne, you better think carefully about how our marriage should continue. Call me when you have

figured it out."

He hung up.

Roxanne, far away in Warmville, looked at the end call on her phone screen. She couldn’t help but

chuckle.

Where did this man get his confidence from?

She tossed her phone aside, "You're really something. If you dare, don't call back."

Her stomach really hurt, probably because of this man.

She had wanted to have a serious talk but got furious instead.

No way!

Health was the most important, and she can't get angry anymore. She had better drink some soup to

warm up her stomach.

After drinking half a bowl of soup, she felt a bit better.

She still didn't understand, and she needed to call Harrison again to clear things up.

When she picked up her phone again, there was an incoming call, and it was from Vincent.

"Anne, is it too late? I hope I'm not disturbing you?" Vincent asked cautiously, afraid of disturbing her.

"Dad, no. I'm not busy, what's up?" She was very polite when talking to her father-in-law.

"Anne, your voice sounds a bit off. Are you sick?" Vincent asked with concern.

"No, I just came back, a bit tired."

"That's not it, and your voice doesn’t sound like you’re tired, are you sick? I have a friend who's a

doctor in Warmville. Do you need me to send him over to check on you."

"Dad, you're not telling me you're planning to have your friend come over to check on me, are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Which friend would be so considerate?"

"...Just an excellent friend of mine, it's okay. I'll have him come check on you, okay?"

The friend he referred must have been arranged through his power and social connections.

There aren't so many coincidences in the world.

Roxanne didn't want to expose Vincent's identity.

Because Harrison still didn't know she knew about them being the richest family in Seraphim Haven.

If she exposed Vincent, Harrison would have no chance to admit his mistake.

She wanted to give Harrison this chance to see if he would be honest.

What she was looking forward to was honesty between a husband and wife.

"Dad, I'm really not sick. To be honest, I just fought with Harrison, and I'm just in a bad mood.

Everything else is fine."

"I knew it was Harrison who upset you, and I'll give him a good scolding."

Vincent really was a good father-in-law.

But Roxanne felt helpless, "Dad, you shouldn't have forced your son to marry me."

They were not meant to be together at all.

Their mismatched social status was causing all kinds of issues.

God knows how many more will pop up.

"Anne, how can you talked like this? Did you regret it?" Vincent was seriously worried.

Looking out at the night, Roxanne's mind was all over the place, "Dad, I'm really messed up right now.

I'm sorry, I'll call you tomorrow. I got to hang up."

Before ending the call, she reassured him, "Dad, don't worry too much, don't lose sleep over our

marriage. This was my choice, and I'll do my best to make it work. No matter what, I won't just throw in

the towel and ask for a divorce."

The one who had fooled her was Harrison, and the one who casually proposed a breakup was also

Harrison.

She had never thought about giving up. That's why she was so frazzled now.

After hanging up, she still couldn't calm down.

No, she had to clear things up with Harrison.

If she didn't, she might not be able to sleep tonight.

She dialed Harrison's number, and he picked up immediately.

She didn't want to put things off any longer, and she needed Harrison to come clean.

She asked directly, "Harrison, I'm asking you one last time. Are you keeping something from me? This

is why I asked you to think things over and call me back a few days ago."