The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 216

After giving Harrison's hand a good shake off, Roxanne looked over at Vincent sitting across the dinner

table, all smiles.

He was waiting for her response.

She did her best to hide the whirlpool of emotions brewing inside her, kept a smile on her face, and

agreed politely.

“Alright, Dad. Whenever you're ready, I'm game.”

Coming from a small rural town, lacking any sort of prestigious education or social status, she was just

your average Jane. For her father to introduce her to the entire clan meant he truly considered her

family.

More than just family, in fact.

He treated her like a cherished gem.

Even her own father had never shown her that much affection.

Roxanne felt a surge of warmth and happiness wash over her.

This was part of the reason why she didn't immediately file for divorce when Harrison shut down her

company.

She didn't want the discord between them to affect Vincent.

Besides, she chose that marriage. No one had forced her to tie the knot with Harrison.

All of it was her choice.

The marriage hit a rough patch. Cracks began to show, and it was up to her to mend it.

Just then, a pair of hands reached out from under the table, grasping her hand, trying to hold on tight.

That time, Roxanne didn't shake off Harrison.

Harrison thought she had forgiven him. He joyfully held her hand and started digging into breakfast.

But Roxanne was lost in thought.

She couldn't let Vincent see it through. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Despite sitting close together, hands tightly clasped, she felt like they were worlds apart.

That feeling wasn't because he had suddenly become the city's richest man.

It was because he simply didn't understand her, didn't respect her, wanted to strip her of her freedom,

and wanted her to become a housewife with no part to play in the social arena.

After breakfast, Harrison took Roxanne upstairs.

He picked out a beautiful dress from the closet for her.

Roxanne had never seen that dress in her closet before.

“When did you buy me a new dress?”

Harrison handed her the dress, saying, “Spring is here; you'll look stunning in this.”

The dress wasn't formal attire, but it looked like it was meant for a special occasion.

“Change into this. I want to take you somewhere.” Harrison nodded, signaling for her to get changed.

But she was in no mood, “Where are you taking me?”

“Surprise!” Harrison seemed quite excited.

But Roxanne wasn't interested in where they were going.

She didn't care whether she'd look good in the dress or not.

She was too preoccupied thinking about her company, which Harrison had shut down.

She was thinking about where to start if she were to start over.

But first, Harrison had to agree.

Otherwise, with his wealth and influence, any company she started could have been shut down

instantly by him.

“Go get changed.” Harrison patiently waited for her.

“So, if I change into this dress and go wherever you're taking me, will that make you happy?”

Harrison frowned slightly, saying, “Anne, are you still upset?”

During breakfast, he held her hand, and she didn't fight it. She didn't resist, right?

So why was she still angry with him?

“I thought you weren't upset anymore.” Harrison reached out, lightly patting her head. “If you're feeling

down, the place I'm taking you should help you relax and cheer you up. I don't like seeing you unhappy.

Please go change, okay?”

Harrison looked at her tenderly.

Roxanne gave a bitter smile.

Ha!

He had shut down her company without her consent.

Did he really think she could be happy about it?

Had he ever truly considered her feelings?

“Sweetie, please go change. Okay?” He tried to soothe her again.

Roxanne realized that no matter how much she expressed her discontent, it was all in vain.

Harrison just wanted her to be a stay-at-home wife with nothing to do.

She couldn't do anything about him.

Like a puppet on a string, she turned around and went to change.

After changing, Harrison had a stylist do her hair and makeup.

He pulled her up and said, “Stand up and let me see.”

Roxanne got up.

The long dress draped elegantly over her, accentuating her slender figure.

Half of her hair was loosely tied, hanging down in front, like a beauty from a bygone era.

Harrison smiled contentedly, “You look so much better in this than in a suit.”

In a suit, she was sharp, assertive, and commanding.

In the long dress he had specifically bought for her, she looked even more graceful. Harrison was

pleased.

But Roxanne didn't smile.

Half an hour later, Harrison took her to a top-notch international flower arrangement club.

The master florist of the club saw her and came over with a smile.

“Mrs. Rodriguez, we've been expecting you.”

“You want me to learn flower arranging?” Roxanne turned to look at the refined man next to her.

“You don't have to learn; just sit quietly here and enjoy these flowers. Cut them however you wish.”

Though reluctant, Roxanne agreed.

“Fine. You can go do your thing now.”

Harrison seemed like he wanted to say something more, but Roxanne sat down without giving him a

glance.

Soon, a florist came over, respectfully sharing the art of flower arranging with her.

A waiter came over, serving her exquisite snacks and attending to her every need.

The room was filled with the scent of flowers, but not a trace of a smile could be found on Roxanne's

face.

She picked up a flower.

The florist began his introduction.

“Mrs. Rodriguez, the black rose in your hand was specially prepared for you by Harrison. Its symbolic

meaning is 'unique love'. Mrs. Rodriguez, do you see how much Harrison loves you? You're his one

and only.”

It was more like oppressive love.

Roxanne picked up the scissors, snipped, and the entire stem was gone.

“Mrs. Rodriguez, that's not how you're supposed to cut it.”

“Didn't my husband say I could cut it however I wanted?”

After cutting off the stem, she plucked off the petals one by one.

Harrison, who was watching from the side, was helpless.

It seemed like she was still angry.

However, he didn't say anything more. He turned around and left.

Ever since he reclaimed his title as the richest man in Seraphim Haven, he had been strutting around in

a suit that Roxanne dropped over two hundred bucks on for him.

Whether it was some cheap rag or some swanky designer wear, he always pulled it off with such an

aura.

When he stepped out, his bodyguards on both sides would look at him with the utmost respect.

"Mr. Harrison!"

Harrison gave a slight nod and ordered, "Stay here. Make sure Roxanne is safe."

Then he strolled out of the club's grand greenhouse.

Harrison paused by the window, taking a quick peek inside.

Roxanne was still plucking at the petals.

Anthony nudged him, "Mr. Harrison, she seems a bit down in the dumps."