The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 244

It felt like a dream.

Unbelievably so!

Yet, there Harrison stood, tall and dignified before her.

Roxanne was dumbstruck.

Her mind was a blank canvas, mouth agape.

Perhaps it was because Harrison was dressed in a warm camel coat today, not as cold as when he

wore darker colors.

And so, Roxanne saw a depth in his eyes that she couldn't fathom.

Like a bottomless whirlpool.

Seeming to draw her in.

This man appeared so close, yet so far, as if a vast river separated from them.

Half a year apart, she still remembered his words of severing ties with her.

Even his name, she hesitated to utter.

Should she call him by his first name?

Or refer to him as Mr. Rodriguez?

Roxanne's lips moved but no sound came out.

She, usually so decisive, found herself at a loss for words.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's quite chilly, isn't it?"

Harrison stepped forward, taking Roxanne's hands that were still suspended mid-air.

He rubbed them fervently.

Her hands were freezing, like a popsicle.

Harrison's grip tightened.

Maybe from the cold, her small hands trembled in his.

Harrison's heart lurched abruptly.

He moved her hands closer, breathing warm air on them.

As his warm breath clouded his originally cold and indifferent face, she thought he didn't seem so cold

anymore.

Roxanne thought she had forgotten the pain of the past half year, that she had moved on.

But when Harrison held her hands, warming them, all the grievances surged back.

She hadn't really let go.

Deep down, she yearned for Harrison to treat her with a bit more tenderness.

Just like now, cradling her hands gently, caring for her.

Her heart ached terribly.

She had grievance.

And she was confused also.

Why was Harrison acting this way?

She didn't understand.

She withdrew her hand uneasily, her eyes having a tinge of mist.

She buried her head, unwilling to let him see.

As she turned to open the door, she said, "It's cold outside. Get in."

Not sure whether it was nervousness or the freezing weather, She turned the key that had inserted into

the lock for few times, but the door refused to budge.

She pulled hard, but it still didn’t move.

Harrison stepped closer, gently pulling her arm, "Let me."

With a slight turn, the door opened.

Roxanne hurried in, turning on the lights, the heater, and then went to prepare the water to drink.

Harrison followed, closing the door behind him.

Once the water was prepared, Roxanne cleared a pile of documents off the sofa for him to sit.

"Have a seat. My place is a bit plain. I hope you don't mind!"

Harrison didn't seem to mind at all.

He sat down.

He looked up, and his gaze met hers.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion. Roxanne couldn't read his thoughts, but she felt his gaze was so

profound, as if drawing her in.

Somehow, she quickly averted her gaze, turning around, "I'll make you some tea."

"No need." Harrison caught her wrist, looking at her beautiful profile, "I haven't had dinner, can you

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Today the visit to Warmville was just a coincidence.

He was here to take care of some business which was done within two hours.

He had planned to fly to Imperial City next, then catch a connecting flight to California.

He's been too busy.

It was before today that he believed he had already forgotten his feelings for her, and became what he

used to be, self-restrained, sagacious and unruffled.

However, only a few hours ago, on their way to Imperial City, Alexander mentioned that Roxanne was

in Warmville out of being deliberate or being unintentional.

He said Roxanne had started a small business that was doing pretty well and had made a good profit.

In that moment, Harrison missed her terribly.

He wanted to see her.

He was already on the plane, but he asked to deplane, leaving his work behind, acting completely

irrational.

Alexander was quite upset, as their flight was crucial to opening up the 6G market overseas.

But Alexander seemed rather pleased.

For the past six months, Harrison seemed to have forgotten all about Roxanne, busy with his work and

career.

But in fact, he extremely missed her.

It was always Roxanne.

The only one who could make Harrison lose control, lose his rationality, was Roxanne.

Alexander left Harrison with Jack, his bodyguard.

After finding out where Roxanne's factory was, he rushed over, waiting outside her dorm from three in

the afternoon until past eight in the evening.

During that time, Jack offered to get Harrison some food.

But he refused to eat anything.

He was fixated on seeing Roxanne.

Like a madman.

Under the heavy snowfall in the corridor, amidst the biting cold wind, it seemed he had come to a

realization.

His so-called indifference was just a veneer.

A cover for the passion and pain in his heart.

The moment he grabbed Roxanne's wrist, Harrison saw his feelings even clearer.

Compared to the daily business engagements, the fancy places he frequented, the toasting at various

occasions, he seemed to prefer Roxanne's simple pasta with eggs.

Suddenly, he craved for her pasta.

Roxanne turned to ask, "It’s late. You haven't eaten anything yet?"

"Do you have eggs?" Harrison asked instead, "Can you add an egg to the pasta?"

"I'll go and check." Roxanne quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp.

Perhaps out of nervousness, she walked briskly towards the kitchen.

She was supposed to cook the pasta, but in her haste, she ended up at the bar, unsure of what to do.

In the narrow space, she paced around, having lost her direction.

Eventually, she remembered Harrison wanted pasta, and she opened the fridge.

Inside, there was a box of pasta and two eggs left.

Harrison wasn't a fan of spicy food.

She just boiled the pasta and didn't add any hot sauce.

After cracking the eggs on the table, she boiled them along with the pasta.

A bowl of steaming hot pasta with eggs was served before Harrison.

"Sorry, I'm out of butter, so I couldn't make scrambled eggs. I just boiled them with the pasta. See if you

can get used to this. If you can't, I’ll order us some decent takeout."

Harrison didn't say anything.

He lifted the bowl of pasta to his lips.

Roxanne handed him a fork, "Careful, it's hot."

"Thank you!"

Without even cooling the pasta, Harrison shoveled a mouthful of pasta in.

Gone was his usual dining elegance, now replaced by sheer hunger.

The pasta was piping hot, but Harrison ate it quickly.

It was just a simple bowl of pasta with eggs without any butter or sauce.

But the soup was creamy and appetizing, and it had a rich aroma that awakened his appetite.

He often dined in fancy places.

Sometimes, a meal would cost him hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of dollars.

But in the end, it seemed that only this simple bowl of pasta with eggs could give him a taste of the

simple pleasures of life.

Just like when he was first smitten by Roxanne, all his social activities and luxurious living made him

feel numb and meaningless. The only time he felt truly alive was when he was with Roxanne, enjoying

the simple pasta with eggs she made.

Listening to the sound of him eating pasta and drinking the soup, Roxanne felt surreal. Was this the

same Harrison she had divorced?

Some words were stuck in her throat, left unspoken.

In the end, it turned into a seemingly caring but distant reminder, "Mr. Rodriguez, eat slowly, careful not

to hurt your throat."