The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 260

"Harrison, stop pitying me. If you are truly sorry for me, then leave me. Let me live the life I want."

If Harrison was by her side out of pity, not love, then she'd never be happy.

Being pitied felt like being given charity.

She wasn't a beggar. She didn't need Harrison's charity.

Love was supposed to be mutual. She didn't want to hold anyone hostage or force anyone into

anything.

Under the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, a spark of determination ignited in Nora's eyes.

After three months, she had come to terms with all of this and felt like she was beginning to live again.

She watched Harrison, wishing he would leave.

For a moment, Harrison considered ending things, saying sorry, and walking away.

To find Roxanne.

But he didn't.

His sense of responsibility overpowered his urge.

He showed no emotion on his face, gently tousling Nora's newly grown hair.

"What are you thinking? We are about to get engaged. How could I leave you?"

The news had already spread among the elite.

Everyone knew that Harrison, the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven, was about to marry Nora, the

daughter of the Dawson family.

The media hadn't reported it yet, but everyone in their circle knew.

If he left Nora now, she would be a laughingstock.

And he would be less of a man.

After her operation, Nora's newly grown hair, cut short to her ears, made her look like a strong, but

sorrowful, high school girl.

Harrison felt a deeper sense of responsibility. He tucked her short hair behind her ears, comforting her.

"Stop overthinking, okay?"

Nora sighed.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I won't change my mind."

Harrison opened a box and scooped up a spoonful of cake, offering it to Nora.

"Your favorite mango cheesecake, darling. Have a taste."

Nora knew that once Harrison made up his mind, nothing could change it.

Not even her asking him to leave.

She took the box of cake, "I can feed myself."

She wasn't so delicate that she needed a man who didn't love her to feed her cake.

She took the spoon and fed herself.

The mango cheesecake was sweet and tangy, delicious.

But to Nora, it tasted bitter.

Just like life. She had to experience everything.

If she could get through this pain, she wouldn't have to fear anything in the future.

Looking at her paralyzed legs, she felt even more determined.

To free Harrison from guilt, she had to get up.

For her parents.

For herself.

After a few bites of cake, she looked up at Harrison, "Will you accompany me to physical therapy?"

Harrison nodded, pushing her wheelchair out from under the trees.

The afternoon sun shone brightly on Nora.

She closed her eyes.

The light was still intense.

Being in the sun was better than hiding in the shadows.

Not until Nora was done with physical therapy and was resting in her room did Harrison leave the

hospital.

It was now past seven in the evening.

The vibrant nightlife of Seraphim Haven was just beginning.

After dinner, Roxanne took a stroll around the neighborhood.

Four months into her pregnancy, her belly was larger than most women at this stage.

From the back, her legs and waist still slender. She didn't look pregnant. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

But from the side, she looked five months pregnant.

There were a row of shops just outside her neighborhood.

Two of them were baby stores.

After separating from Harrison, Roxanne had received a sizable fortune. Even without working, she

could live comfortably for the rest of her life.

But she continued to run her company, live in her modest neighborhood, and maintain her usual

lifestyle.

She still shopped at roadside stalls.

The baby stores had affordable, high-quality products.

After shopping for over an hour, Roxanne bought a bunch of baby clothes, diapers, changing pads, and

baby bottles.

As she was leaving, carrying her purchases, she was bumped by a boy on a bike.

It was nothing serious, just a few packets of diapers falling from her hands.

The boy's mother rushed over to apologize and help her pick up her things.

Once she was sure Roxanne was okay, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry. Why didn't you bring your husband with you? Is he still at work?"

Roxanne smiled, "I'm divorced. I only have an ex-husband, not a husband."

The boy's mother looked embarrassed, "I'm sorry."

Roxanne smiled easily, "It's okay. There's no shame in being divorced."

The boy's mother looked at her sympathetically, "I admire your courage. Being a single mother is hard."

"Not really. If my baby turns out to be as cute as your son, it would be a blessing."

Roxanne looked at the boy fondly.

He was about two or three years old.

A chubby, adorable little boy.

The doctor said her baby was three weeks bigger than average, very well-nourished.

She couldn't wait to meet her plump, cute baby.

The boy's mother complimented her, "You're so beautiful. Your baby will definitely be cute."

When she mentioned genetics, Roxanne thought of Harrison's genes. They were superior.

Harrison's child would undoubtedly be extraordinary.

Roxanne could almost imagine what her baby would look like.

If it's a boy, he would be handsome.

But she preferred a girl.

She said calmly, "If you saw my ex-husband, you would think his genes are even better. He's very

handsome. If the baby takes after him, it would definitely be good-looking."

"Kid, your mom's got a good handle on life. I'm surprised to hear you talk about your ex-husband so

calmly."

Divorce wasn't a walk in the park.

How many single moms out there actually manage to live a happy life post-divorce?

However, Roxanne didn't see her divorce as a disaster.

She was suddenly filled with admiration for her.

Roxanne just smiled, "Life goes on, right? Divorce or not, we all have to live."

When Harrison insisted on terminating the pregnancy, Roxanne had considered leaving Seraphim

Haven, their shared hometown.

To disappear forever from his world.

To hide away, never to see him again.

But she didn't.

Seraphim Haven wasn't a small town, but it wasn't a big city either.

In a town with a population of two million, it was possible for her and Harrison, coming from different

backgrounds, to avoid each other completely.

She would not avoid anything related to Harrison, but confront it head-on.

Only by facing it could she diminish his importance in her heart, move on, and start anew.

So, whenever Harrison was mentioned, she would face it with a straightforward and calm demeanor.

A few blocks away.

Inside a Rolls-Royce.

Harrison, who had kept his eyes closed throughout the ride, suddenly opened them.

He always drove past Roxanne's old neighborhood on his way to hospital.

He couldn't avoid it.

The main road outside the residential area was just past the traffic light.

Harrison looked in the direction of the neighborhood. His melancholic gaze became alert, his attention

heightened, watching that direction intently.

Even the driver, Anthony, knew what was on Mr. Harrison's mind.

He was hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife outside the neighborhood.

Oh, no, she wasn't his wife anymore, how sad.

This time, like always, Mr. Harrison wanted to look in that direction, but when they were actually outside

the neighborhood, he averted his gaze, pretending to be indifferent.

Anthony sighed inwardly, looking out the window. He was startled to see a familiar figure.

"Mr. Harrison, I just saw a pregnant woman who looks a lot like your wife!" Anthony involuntarily

stepped on the brake, slowing down the car.