The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 270

Butler Zoey wheeled in a two-tiered trolley.

The first tier was filled with various gold, silver, and gemstone ornaments, all gifts for the baby girl.

A dazzling array of beautifully boxed gifts.

The second tier was even more valuable.

A thick stack of property deeds, various legally binding documents, and a detailed list for Roxanne to

clearly identify all the properties gifted to the baby.

A skyscraper in the center of the city’s financial district.

A luxury office building in the upscale area of the high-tech zone.

309 retail spaces in the tech hub of Austin, Texas.

Fifteen villas in the exclusive Seraphim Haven.

A picturesque estate in the Hamptons.

Shares and futures, government bonds, various securities, six bank cards, each with its associated

number and password.

The property list alone was five pages long.

It was too much to remember just with the mind.

"Roxanne, look carefully. Don't forget about these properties left for my granddaughter. All these

skyscrapers, offices and shops are rented out. You just have to collect the rent. These are left for you,

and for my little granddaughter."

When they broke up, Harrison gave her a skyscraper.

Just by collecting rent, she was making hundreds of millions a month.

She had already become a wealthy woman.

If she accepted these massive properties from Vincent, there wouldn't be many wealthy people in

Seraphim Haven who could compare with her.

She couldn't accept.

She refused on the spot.

Vincent, who had been rejected by her before, had anticipated this.

"Roxanne, it's no use refusing. I've already given these properties to you and my granddaughter. The

deed of gift has legal effect. Whether you accept it or not, it's yours now."

"Dad." Roxanne tried to explain, "I brought the baby to see you today, not to ask for these."

"I know. But who else should I leave all these properties to if not you and the baby?"

"Well, I thank you on behalf of the baby."

"Look at you, saying such formal things."

At this point, the baby, in Vincent's arms, began to cry.

Her wails were loud.

With her little hands and feet moving about, she looked so pitiful.

Vincent gently touched her little hand, "Why are you crying, darling? Did grandpa scare you?"

"Dad. Let me hold her." Roxanne reached out, "She might be hungry. She needs to be fed every two

hours."

"Where's the formula? I'll make it." Vincent wanted to do something for his granddaughter.

Roxanne laughed, "Dad, she's breastfed. I'll take her inside to feed her."

The baby was back in Roxanne's arms.

Perhaps sensing her mother's milk, she stopped crying immediately.

But her little mouth kept moving, as if searching for milk.

Roxanne held her and went into a room to feed her.

Outside the villa, a Rolls-Royce was parked.

Harrison got out of the car, looking travel-weary as he strode into the villa.

He saw Vincent and Zoey in the living room.

But there was no sign of Roxanne.

Harrison's face fell slightly.

"Dad, where are Roxanne and the baby?"

Vincent replied, "Inside, feeding the baby."

Ah!

This young couple, how did they end up like this?

Vincent worried, "Roxanne hasn't given the baby a proper name yet, she probably wants you to do it."

He had thought of names long ago.

For a boy, for a girl, he had filled several pages.

He looked at Roxanne's handbag on the couch. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Inside were baby bottles, formula, diapers, various baby items.

Harrison's eyes softened, filled with the softest and tenderest warmth in the world.

This softness was probably what they called fatherly love.

But as if remembering something, Harrison furrowed his brows.

He looked at the guest room not far away.

Inside were Roxanne and the daughter she gave him.

But the door was closed.

He was outside.

Roxanne and her daughter were inside.

Although only separated by a door, the distance felt as vast as the Space.

Vincent instructed, "Talk to Roxanne nicely later, learn to be soft, understand?"

Harrison nodded, taking heavy steps towards the room.

Reaching the door, he twisted the handle, then let go.

He and Roxanne had broken up.

He shouldn't just barge in like this.

His hand dropped to his side, feeling strangely nervous and out of place.

Inside, Roxanne was sitting on the sofa by the window, nursing the baby.

The baby was so hungry, she sucked with all her might, as if putting all her strength into it.

When she heard the door handle turn slightly, Roxanne looked up, but the door was quiet again.

She looked at the Rolls-Royce outside the window, probably knowing that Harrison had returned.

Seeing Harrison, there were no waves in her heart.

She was no longer nervous and afraid like before, no longer at a loss.

She calmly fed her daughter.

After giving birth, she had plenty of milk.

The more the baby sucked, the more milk there was, never seeming to run out.

So she was able to feed a premature baby until she was as chubby as a full-term baby.

"My girl, are you full? Do you want some more?"

She switched to the other side, hoping her baby would suck a little more.

Otherwise, she would get engorged and wet her clothes again.

But the baby was full.

When she was hungry, she would open her mouth as soon as Roxanne opened her shirt, reaching out

for milk.

Now that she was full, she refused to open her mouth no matter how much Roxanne coaxed.

"You little rascal, ignoring mommy after you're full, huh?"

Roxanne picked up her baby, letting her little head rest lightly on her shoulder.

She gently patted her soft little back.

Burp!

A sweet milky burp came out, and she laughed.

Now that she was a mom, she wasn't flustered at all, but gaining more and more experience.

Outside the door.

Harrison heard Roxanne talking to the baby, her voice soft and loving.

His eyes misted over suddenly.

The doorknob turned at that exact moment.

The door inched open slowly. Harrison’s back was ramrod straight, rigid with tension.

Upon seeing Roxanne, tidied up and standing at the doorway with their daughter bundled up in her

arms, Harrison felt his palms slick with sweat.

But Roxanne was unnaturally calm.

Her clear, straightforward eyes held no trace of turbulence.

Their daughter was born.

Just because they were divorced didn’t mean the child wasn't Harrison's flesh and blood.

And just because Harrison had once insisted on rejecting her, it didn't sever the bond between father

and daughter.

Roxanne was always ready to face what needed to be faced.

She wouldn’t let the child hide away from the world.

She was determined to teach her to face everything head-on, including the shattered relationship

between her parents, Roxanne would teach her child to face it all without fear.

“Roxanne!”

“Mr. Rodriguez, long time no see!” Roxanne flashed a straightforward smile. “I came here today to

introduce our daughter to her grandfather.”

Her detached candor hit him like a dagger.

It pierced right through Harrison’s heart.

It hurt so much!

Was this the woman who used to snuggle up to him, sweetly calling him ‘honey’? Had she completely

let him go?

Was that why she could face him with such composure?

Harrison's throat felt like he was choking on a thorn.

He clenched his jaw, glancing at the baby in her arms. “May I hold her?”