The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 245

That was piping hot pasta.

Roxanne was genuinely concerned if it would hurt his throat.

She wasn’t sure how to address him. Should she call him Harrison or Mr. Rodriguez?

In the end, she went with Mr. Rodriguez.

The mention of “Mr. Rodriguez” made Harrison, who was eagerly digging into his pasta, pause.

His brows were crinkled in discomfort.

There was something stuck in his throat, the pasta or perhaps the painful emotions.

After a while, he took a sip of soup and managed to swallow the spaghetti.

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He felt bloated, a sensation of discomfort.

But he continued as if nothing happened, picking up more pasta and gobbling it down.

He used to eat with such grace and elegance, as if dining was an art form.

After living with Roxanne for so long, he began to eat more casually, enjoying the freedom of indulging

his appetite.

Within a few moments, he had eaten up and handed the bowl to her.

"I'm full!"

"How long have you been starving?" Roxanne asked incredulously. "You ate the entire bowl of pasta."

He didn't tell her that he was missing this pasta with eggs so much.

After taking the bowl, Roxanne got up.

She didn’t know what to say to him, so she glanced at him awkwardly, “Wait here, I’ll clean this up.”

She quickly turned and walked away.

Only she lived in the dorm.

A bed, a bar, and a sofa were all squeezed into one space, along with a small balcony. To the right of

the balcony was the bathroom.

It was small, but it had everything she needed.

She stood in front of the bar, turned on the hot water, and began washing the dishes.

She might look efficient, but her mind was in a whirl.

Why had Harrison suddenly come to see her?

How had he found her?

This was her new processing plant, and she had never told Harrison about it.

She had forgotten. He was the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven. If he wanted to find something out,

he would.

Clearly, he had come to see her on purpose.

In the few minutes it took Roxanne to wash the dishes, her mind was racing.

Behind her, Harrison watched her without blinking.

After turning on the heat, she had taken off her black down jacket and was only wearing a knitted

turtleneck sweater.

The sweater hugged her body, outlining her slender figure.

Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, swaying like seaweed on her straight back.

Her hair seemed to have grown over the past six months.

It now reached her waist.

Her loose hair made her waist look even slimmer, as if it would snap if he held it too tightly.

Harrison wanted to go over, to hold her waist, to pull her into his arms.

But he didn’t.

He was afraid of startling her.

He watched her quietly as she washed the dishes.

The clinking of the dishes and the running water filled the room.

But Harrison’s world was incredibly quiet.

Even his restless heart had suddenly become calm.

Over the past six months, his business had been going well. He was more accomplished and

successful than before.

But in reality, he couldn’t eat well, he couldn’t sleep well, and his seemingly calm heart was not that

calm. Instead, it was restless, unable to find peace.

Until this moment, when he silently watched her back.

His restless and painful heart seemed to have found great comfort.

He gazed at her without blinking until she finished washing the dishes, wiped the water from the bar,

turned around, and looked back at him.

Their eyes met.

Roxanne, trying to hide her nervousness, walked over and asked as if straightforwardly, “Why are you

suddenly here?”

“I had some business in Warmville today and thought I’d stop by,” he replied, looking at her.

“Okay.” She had just finished washing the dishes, and her hands were wet. She grabbed a tissue to dry

them.

Taking the opportunity at this moment to avoid looking at him, she heard his reply and felt a slight pang

of disappointment.

They were divorced. She shouldn’t feel disappointed.

But emotions were complicated.

After crumpling the used tissue and throwing it in the trash, she had managed to sort out her feelings.

When she looked up again, she queried flatly, “Are you staying here for a while, or are you leaving?”

“Don’t you want me here?” Harrison asked, looking into her eyes.

She smiled, “Not really. I don’t believe in not talking to each other after divorce.”

Just because they were no longer husband and wife didn’t mean they had to be enemies.

She smiled again and said, “It’s just that your visit was quite unexpected.”

“The snow outside is beautiful.”

Harrison glanced out the window and back at her.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

Looking outside, the snow was still falling heavily.

It was indeed a beautiful scene.

Such a sight could never be seen in Seraphim Haven.

But Roxanne was susceptible to the cold. Since her miscarriage, she wasn’t as resistant to the cold as

before.

So, she put on her black down jacket again and fetched a cute wool hat to put on.

“Let’s go.”

Harrison didn’t move.

He was staring at her. She was wearing a clumsy down jacket and a cute wool hat.

Half of her hair was hanging down from under the hat, making her look like a cute doll.

She looked much younger.

Even Harrison felt as if he was experiencing youth again. He had a strong urge to fall in love.

“What are you waiting for?”

He was so tall that Roxanne had to tilt her head back to look at him.

He chuckled and ruffled her hair, “You look so cute with that hat on. It’s completely different from your

usual straightforward style.”

Getting her hair ruffled by him, Roxanne suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

After divorce, such intimate gestures shouldn’t happen anymore.

But there was Harrison's hand gently stroking her head now.

It gave her the illusion of intimacy.

It was a stark contrast to his previous coldness and decisive behavior.

She couldn’t tell which version of him was the real one.

Feeling a surge of sadness, she turned around and walked away, “If you want to enjoy the snow, better

go now. I’m feeling tired today. I can’t walk long. I need to get back to sleep.”

Harrison quickly caught up with her.

They both walked out of the building.

The night shift workers on the assembly line were ending their shift.

People were hurrying back to their dormitories.

Because of the heavy snow and wind, everyone was walking fast.

When they saw Roxanne, they slowed down.

“Roxanne!”

“Good evening, Roxanne!”

“Roxanne, you’re going out again?”

Roxanne responded to each one of them.

After they had walked a few steps away, people began whispering and discussing.

"Is this another big shot from some local corporation trying to woo Roxanne?"

"This guy in the trench coat is way more handsome than the rest of Roxanne's suitors. He looks like a

movie star."

"Nonsense, he's got a charisma that surpasses any star."

"What a pity though. If Roxanne agrees to be with this guy, what would happen to that IT guy who's

been chasing her for the past six months?"

"Roxanne and him seem quite a good match."

Roxanne, leading Harrison, kept walking forward.

Walking by her side, Harrison's voice hinted a tinge of jealousy, "So many men have been chasing you

these past six months?"

Roxanne stopped without a word.

Facing the snowstorm, she gazed at him, trying to decipher his meanings in that sentence.

After a moment of silence, Harrison blurted out without a second thought,

"Roxanne, I regret it, I regret divorcing you. Can we get back together?"