The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 98

Harrison seemed to be uninterested in the topic everyone was discussing. He tapped on the table and

when everyone quieted down, he turned to Samuel. “Samuel, let's settle it. You're coming with me next

Saturday. Everyone else, don't bother.”

Everyone looked a bit bummed out. Such a great chance to meet Harrison's wife, and just like that, it

was gone.

As Harrison was about to leave, Alexander asked, “Harrison, why not just tell Roxanne you're the

president of Rodriguez Group? That way, we don't have to play along with this charade. Plus, we could

openly show up in front of Roxanne. Acting is such a drag.”

Alexander had played along with Harrison's act twice in front of Roxanne. It was indeed tiring. He

wondered if Harrison felt even more drained from acting every day.

Harrison turned back, giving Alexander a cold stare. “What if she gets freaked out? Will you take

responsibility?”

Alexander replied, “No way, I can't handle that.”

Harrison retorted, “Then shut up.”

Ignoring Alexander, Harrison walked away. Samuel quickly caught up with him, walking by his side, and

asked, “Harrison, ever since Nora found out you're married, she hasn't bothered you again, has she?”

Harrison gave him a sidelong glance, “Why are you asking?”

“Just curious.” Samuel seemed nonchalant, but he was all ears.

Harrison stopped and gave Samuel a once-over. Samuel felt a bit nervous under his gaze and

chuckled, “Harrison, I think you've hurt Nora enough this time.”

“Are you into her?” Harrison asked.

Samuel laughed it off. “Don’t kid around. I like girls who are lively, youthful, and energetic. How could I

possibly be into someone as quiet as Nora? Besides, she has eyes only for you. If I liked her, wouldn't I

be asking for trouble? I ain't that dumb.”

“Since you don't like her, don't hurt her. She's a good girl.” This was Harrison's warning. He just didn't

want to hurt Nora; that was why he had been distant and rejecting her all this time.

Samuel raised an eyebrow, chuckling nonchalantly. “Don't worry, I don't mess with people I know. If I

want to have some fun, I'll look elsewhere.”

Samuel's laughter was met with Harrison's intense gaze, making him slightly uncomfortable. “Harrison,

why are you looking at me like that?”

Harrison said with a meaningful tone. “Why are you sacrificing your own happiness to feud with your

father? There are things you can't evade or hide. You need to face your own feelings.”

Samuel's smile froze. Could it be that his outward indifference, just to piss off his father, was seen

through by Harrison? This was truly perceptive of him.

Saturday came in a blink of an eye. It was the day Roxanne moved into her new house.

Although the new house was fully furnished, the thrifty Roxanne packed up everything usable from her

rental house into boxes and moved them all to the new place.

Early in the morning, Samuel was called over by Harrison to help with the move. The moment Samuel

saw Roxanne, he became her willing minion. He was ready to jump at any task, big or small.

Roxanne complained to Harrison, “Harrison, we agreed to invite your friend over for dinner at the new

house. Why did you have him come over so early to help?”

“It's alright. He's our friend.”

“Yeah, Roxanne, don't be so formal.”

Harrison directed, “Samuel, put my stuff in this room, Roxanne's in the other.”

“Huh?” Samuel looked puzzled, “Harrison, you've been married for two months and you're still sleeping

separately?”

“Just mind your own business. Don't ask what you shouldn't.” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore.”

Roxanne watched as Samuel carried the boxes into the rooms, and gently patting Harrison's arm.

“Harrison, is this the good friend you told me about? The one who would lend you ten grand without a

second thought?”

“Yes.”

“I feel like he's more like your lackey?”

“Before I went broke, I did look after him.”

“But you can't always order him around.”

“He's our friend, it's alright.”

“Harrison, I think Samuel is quite handsome. He has a handsome yet unique vibe.”

She did find Samuel's handsomeness quite appealing. Surely, a guy like him must have plenty of

female admirers.

“Who are you calling handsome?” Harrison frowned, his face turning cold.

Noticing Harrison's jealousy, Roxanne giggled and corrected, “Okay, he's handsome, but not as

handsome as you, happy now? Why are you comparing yourself with your friend?”

In the afternoon, Chloe came to Roxanne's housewarming party with her two kids. Seeing Harrison and

Roxanne bustling about in the kitchen, Chloe felt a warm coziness. She was genuinely happy for her

friend, who had found a man who could do house chores, gave her all his salary, and respected her a

lot.

Compared to Roxanne's blissful life, Chloe's seemed rather bleak. In a few days, she was going to

court to divorce Oliver. Although divorce meant getting rid of that jerk Oliver, she still felt a bit

melancholic.

Soon it was Tuesday, and Chloe's divorce case was about to begin. The court staff had personally

informed Oliver about the hearing date, so he didn't dare to be absent again.

The folks from the Lewis family were still flinging crap at Chloe, "Chloe, after divorcing our Oliver,

you're just a washed up old maid. Did you really think your life would be better after the divorce? Don't

come crying back to us, begging Oliver to take you back."

Actually, deep down, Charlotte knew they'd struck gold when Chloe married into their family. Chloe not

only didn't ask for wedding gifts, but she also covered the entire down payment for the house.

Moreover, she brought two children into their family.

Charlotte also knew that after the divorce, her son Oliver would also be a second-time groom, and no

new bride could compare to his ex-wife. The news of the divorce wouldn't sit well with others. Plus,

Chloe was an easy target.

Even though she was used to it, Chloe's heart still ached at the nasty words. Yet, she didn't let it show.

She said firmly, "Don't worry, I'm more than happy to get a divorce. There's no way I'm getting back

together with Oliver. You better keep an eye on your son and make sure he doesn't come begging me

to take him back."

Charlotte, with her smug face, retorted, "What a joke! You're a used item, a second-hand good. Why

would our Oliver ever want to get back with you?" She then strutted into the courthouse with arrogance.

Roxanne, who was there with Chloe, held her hand and comforted, "Chloe, soon you'll be free. Don't

waste any feelings on these worthless people. It's not worth it."

"I know," said Chloe confidently, "I just don't want to waste my energy on these people. That's why I

want to cut all ties with them. As long as I get to keep my kids, I'm willing to pay any price."

"Don't worry," Roxanne hugged Chloe, "Your lawyer is recommended by Mr. Johnson; he's one of the

top divorce attorneys in the country. He'll definitely get you custody of the kids. But since you're so

eager to divorce Oliver, and you don't have proof that you paid for the down payment of the house

before you guys got married, you might lose the house."