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Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Roxanne held her handbag tight, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.
Even though she was gripping the strap of her bag hard, she felt like she was grasping at thin air; her
heart and mind were both a mess.
She forced a smile, “Harrison, let’s grab some street food.”
She had been a good girl recently, not arguing about her reluctance to become a full-time housewife
anymore.
She was even willing to use the credit card he provided.
Harrison was pleased.
Their lost child was partly due to his intense desire one night, which was too much for her to handle.
But another part was because Roxanne was under a lot of stress from work.
If she had just become a full-time housewife then, she wouldn't have had to work so hard.
Seeing Roxanne calm down over the past month, Harrison was relieved.
“Whatever you say.” He playfully ruffled Roxanne's hair. “Let's grab some street food, but I need to go
upstairs and grab my jacket.”
“Sure.”
Roxanne suppressed her pain and forced a smile.
Her hand, holding the handbag, was shaking uncontrollably.
“You go get your jacket. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
“Come with me.” Harrison took her hand, ready to hold it in his own.
Suddenly he frowned, “Why is your hand so cold?”
It was supposed to be a warm spring day, with the sun shining brightly.
“Oh, maybe it’s a bit chilly today.” Roxanne tried to pull her hand back, but Harrison held on tight.
As they walked upstairs, he warmed her hand.
On their way, they passed company employees.
He took the executive route, and everyone recognized him.
Seeing him, they would respectfully greet, “Mr. Rodriguez, hello!”
“Mm.”
He nodded slightly, gripping Roxanne's hand tighter, cheerfully introducing, “This is my wife.”
“Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez.”
Everyone treated her with the utmost respect.
Hearing that, Roxanne felt a mixed bag of emotions.
That position would not belong to her in the future.
Was she being too sensitive?
It was she who wanted the divorce, so it was her own doing that this position wasn't hers.
But Harrison wanted her to be a full-time housewife, a role she was extremely reluctant to take on.
Usually firm and decisive, she was then hesitating.
Every time someone called her "Mrs. Rodriguez", she would smile and nod in response, but inside, she
was a storm.
Reaching the 89th floor, they got out of the elevator.
He introduced, “This floor is for the CEO’s office. Samuel Carter, Alexander, and I work here, as well as
our secretaries. If you need to find me, just come straight to the 89th floor.”
Roxanne didn’t know how to respond.
Harrison added, “Feel free to drop by anytime.”
Just then, they ran into Alexander.
Seeing them holding hands, Alexander felt a pang of jealousy. He stopped and greeted them.
“Harrison, Roxanne, seeing you lovey-dovey in the company, how are we divorcees supposed to live?”
Harrison held onto Roxanne and said, “If you're envious, you could consider remarrying.”
“Is remarriage that simple?” Alexander shot Harrison a glare.
Harrison calmly replied, “Chloe is a good woman, you two have been getting along well recently,
haven't you?”
Alexander responded, “Chloe is a good woman; don't joke about her. This kind of joke isn’t
appropriate.”
Roxanne remained silent.
She once hoped that Chloe could end up with Alexander.
She thought that if Alexander and Chloe were together and she was with Harrison, their lives would be
quite interesting.
But then, she was about to divorce Harrison, and it was hard for her to bear.
Alexander added, “Are you guys going to grab some food? I’ll join.”
“Are you going to disturb our alone time?” Harrison held Roxanne's hand and headed towards his
office.
Alexander shook his head and chuckled bitterly.
After the divorce, seeing Harrison’s happiness every day, he felt pitiful.
Remembering he had something to discuss with Harrison, he took a few steps before turning back.
Harrison brought Roxanne into his office.
He grabbed his jacket and came back, taking her hand again.
Her hand was still cold.
Harrison quickly draped his jacket over her shoulders.
Roxanne was wearing a long white dress that Harrison bought for her.
With Harrison's dark jacket, she looked quite stylish.
But Roxanne was unusually quiet that day, making Harrison uneasy.
“Anne, are you feeling down today?”
They had been getting along well for the past half a month.
Roxanne hadn't been throwing tantrums.
They had been intimate every morning and night.
Sometimes in bed, sometimes on the couch, sometimes in the bathroom, sometimes in the study.
Their life was filled with sweetness.
Harrison was satisfied.
But Roxanne's silence that day made Harrison a bit nervous.
“What's wrong, Anne?”
“You wanted street food, right? Just two traffic lights away is Urban Sun Village.” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
“They have your favorite snacks.”
“Let’s walk there, we can get some sun. How does that sound?”
Roxanne initially planned to grab street food and then show him the divorce agreement.
But it was too noisy there, not a suitable place to discuss something like divorce.
She decided to give it to him in the quiet office, where she could clearly express her thoughts.
She took out the divorce agreement from her bag, handed it to him, and said, “Harrison, let's get a
divorce.”
Harrison’s smile gradually disappeared.
His forehead furrowed and his lips tightly sealed.
Roxanne went through the contents of the divorce agreement.
She added, “The mortgage you helped me with, I’ll pay you back after selling the house. I don’t want
any of your assets. But for the past month, I’ve been using your card to make purchases, I won’t repay
that. After all, we were once husband and wife.”
She wanted to keep those things as mementos of a time when she, a plain Jane from the working
class, was married to the high and mighty Harrison.
Harrison's face turned stone-cold serious. He was about to brush off the stray strands of hair on her
forehead, but his hand remained still, clenched tight.
His gaze turned icy, as sharp as a cold blade, "Say that again."
Roxanne didn't want to repeat herself.
When she said "divorce", her heart was shaking but she just didn't show it.
The emotion she displayed was calm and resolute, much like her resolution when they first got married.
She put the divorce papers in front of Harrison, "If you didn't hear me clearly, you could have a look
yourself. I won't take advantage of you, nor will I want any of your fortune. You were worried about me
wanting a piece of your wealth when we got married, right? This should work just fine for you."
Harrison took the divorce papers and tore them to shreds.
The pieces were already fine; he held them in his palm, as if wanting to crush them to dust.
Roxanne, with a determined look, said coldly, "It's okay if you tear it up. I can always write another
one."