The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 105

Through the crack of the stairwell door, Harrison watched Roxanne's silhouette.

She was frantically trying to secure various loans over the phone.

Her emotions seemed to be all over the place.

He knew all this worry was because of him.

Just like his father, Vincent, had said, before Roxanne, all the women who were attracted to him were

only there for his wealth and power.

Even the gentle, understanding Nora only really admired his looks, talent, and social status.

Roxanne wanted nothing from him.

She just hoped he could stay healthy and safe.

Even if she had to drain all her resources, get buried in debt, she was willing.

Harrison's heart was filled to the brim, a feeling he had never experienced before.

His heartbeat felt stronger.

He felt his previous days of controlling everything were just meaningless glories.

It was only in this moment he truly understood the meaning of life.

Turns out, all the paths he had taken led him to her.

Roxanne finished her call, turned around, and opened the door to the stairwell, walking forward with Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

her head down, her mood low.

A pair of shiny leather shoes came into her line of sight.

The shoes seemed familiar.

Roxanne looked up and saw Harrison.

She was taken aback.

She subconsciously avoided Harrison's gaze, quickly turned her head and wiped the tears from her

eyes.

She had definitely been crying.

Harrison pretended he hadn't heard her phone call, asking her, "Roxanne, what's wrong?"

"No..." her voice was choked, "Nothing."

She couldn't let Harrison know he had liver cancer.

Some people may seem optimistic, but the moment they find out they're seriously ill, they crumble.

She acted as if nothing was wrong, tugging at his sleeve, "Harrison, I just remembered it's been a while

since I last had a check-up. Why don't you come with me tomorrow? You can get one too."

She wanted to have him checked again.

Maybe it was a misdiagnosis.

But the doctor had just said there was a high probability of liver cancer.

Harrison was only thirty-two, in the prime of his life.

Thinking about him being so young, thinking about how hard it was to finally meet him...

A lump formed in her throat, and she felt an overwhelming sense of grief.

She turned her back to Harrison and said, "I... I'm going to the bathroom."

Harrison pulled her back.

Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, glistening with tears.

Just as he was about to comfort her, a middle-aged female doctor walked over and beckoned

Roxanne, "Patient Harrison’s family, please come over."

Roxanne followed her and said in a low voice, "Doctor, if there's anything, we can discuss it in your

office."

The doctor apologized, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I mixed up the blood test reports."

"Really?"

"Yes, you see, another patient has the same name as your husband, but their ID numbers are different.

It was my mistake, I made you worry."

"So my husband doesn't have liver cancer?"

"No, you can relax."

"That's great."

Her emotions were like a roller coaster.

Roxanne was afraid that it was another mistake, so she confirmed with the doctor several times.

When she finally confirmed that Harrison did not have liver cancer, she was indescribably relieved.

She walked up to Harrison, jumped up, and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Harrison, that's great, you're healthy."

She felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Harrison gave a helpless smile.

But this misunderstanding showed him Roxanne's true feelings for him.

"So." He wrapped one arm around her waist and gently touched her nose with his other hand, "Were

you crying just now because of me?"

Roxanne whispered, "I wasn't crying. Did you hear everything I said on the phone?"

He gently touched her nose again, "I saw how worried you were, were you really worried about me?"

The doctor saw this loving couple and laughed, "It was my mistake that scared you guys. Now

everything's fine, remember to get your shots. I'll leave first, you guys carry on."

Only then did Roxanne realize that her arms were tightly wrapped around Harrison's neck, like a

monkey.

And Harrison's long arm was gently wrapped around her waist.

She quickly took a step back and laughed, "As long as you're fine."

"You don't want me to hold you anymore?"

Harrison, with his long arms, reached out and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist again.

"We're in a hospital."

She gently patted his hand, trying to get him to let go.

But he held her even tighter, "why can’t I hold my own wife?"

She was his wife, and he could hug her whenever he wanted.

Harrison naturally held her.

But Roxanne felt something was off.

Before, if she kissed or hugged him, he would either frown or clearly indicate that he wanted her to

keep a distance for the time being.

Why was he holding her so tight today?

Harrison's sudden warmth made Roxanne feel a bit uncomfortable, and she tried to break free with all

her might.

"Alright, you go get your shot now."

This guy is so strong!

His hand was bandaged and he still had so much strength.

She couldn't break free at all.

From this angle, Harrison looked tall and handsome.

His face was expressionless, but it radiated a man's dominance.

Roxanne in his arms suddenly felt like a girl, a little shy.

Seeing her shy look, Harrison gave a small smile.

He asked, "If I really had cancer, would you really spare no effort to treat me?"

So he did hear what she said earlier?

But Roxanne was not good at expressing emotions and being sentimental.

Maybe because she lacked affection since she was a child, she couldn't say such sentimental words.

"You're overthinking."

She pushed Harrison away and joked with him.

"If you really had cancer, I wouldn't treat you, I'd just throw you into the wilderness."

Harrison made a pitiful face, "That's such a waste, keep me, I can help you with housework, and give

you a salary every month, how about it?"

Roxanne laughed, "Let's go home then, the dishes at home haven't been washed."

"Okay, let's go wash the dishes."

Harrison took Roxanne's hand and walked towards the hospital entrance.

He was in a great mood today.

So was she.

They made their way from the emergency building to the hospital parking lot, a long walk ahead of

them.

It must be nearing the end of summer.

The night breeze was refreshingly cool.

The wind brushed against their faces, and they found it very comforting.

Roxanne glanced sideways at the hand Harrison used to hold hers.

Those hands were remarkably pretty, as if they could elegantly dance on piano keys.

She was very satisfied with this feeling.

Perhaps her love for Harrison was not the passionate kind, but more like the warmth of the sun,

offering mutual comfort.

She was past the age of chasing after romance.

But this deep affection between them and the mundane love among husband and wife was comforting.

Isn't that what marriage is all about? Finding someone suitable to live with, how hard is that?

She considered herself lucky.

With him holding her hand, Roxanne felt great.

Upon reaching the parking lot, they found Roxanne's electric bike.

Roxanne asked, "Harrison, I'm curious, how come you don’t know how to ride an electric bike?"

Harrison frowned. His family didn't have this kind of transportation.

Roxanne was a bit puzzled, "Can't anyone who can ride a bicycle ride an electric bike? You should

learn to ride one too. So I can sit at your back sometime and see how good of a rider you are."

Harrison lifted his hand wrapped in gauze.

"Can't use my hand today, I'll take you next time."

"Okay." She hopped on her electric bike, patted the backseat, "Get on, I'm giving you a ride."

Sitting on Roxanne's petite electric bike, his long legs had nowhere to go.

But riding on her electric bike, he got to see a different view.

He actually found it better than his Rolls Royce, with a more open view.

And, Roxanne looked damn cool riding her electric bike.

She had a wild riding style.

He deliberately wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

As the night wind blew, Roxanne's soft hair swept across Harrison's cheek.

It felt soft, and sweet.

He thought his wife's hair smelled wonderful.

When they arrived at their new house in East Adjacent Estates, Roxanne took off her helmet and

turned her head.

She looked at Harrison, then at his hand on her waist, and smiled.

"Harrison, why do I feel like you're looking at me today as if you're going to eat me up?"

Harrison let go of her, straightened her wind-blown hair, and pinched her nose, "You look beautiful

today."