The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 217

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Harrison looked troubled.

Roxanne was mad; he knew it.

"Women just love to vent. You get used to it."

Taking one last look at Roxanne, who was tearing at flower petals, Harrison set off for the headquarters

of the Rodriguez Group.

Stepping out of the elevator, he passed by Alexander's office.

Just as Alexander came out and saw him still wearing the same ordinary suit Roxanne had bought for

him every day, Alexander couldn't resist teasing him.

"Harrison, how is it? Does the suit your wife bought you feel more comfortable? You've regained your

billionaire status. Aren't you planning on a wardrobe upgrade?"

Harrison shot Alexander a glance and responded swiftly, "Jealous? Get your wife to buy you one."

"Harrison, are you messing with me?" Alexander was not pleased.

He knew about Hazel's betrayal. He was already divorced from Hazel.

He didn't have a wife anymore.

And Harrison was deliberately saying such hurtful words.

But Alexander didn't want to pick a fight with Harrison.

He warned, "Heads up, some big overseas companies are eyeing our 6G-Technology. They've been

causing us problems. You, Roxanne, and the chairman better not travel abroad these days."

They both entered Harrison's office.

They discussed work briefly.

When it was over, Alexander asked, "Any trouble between you and Roxanne lately? Is she adjusting to

being a housewife?"

"She'll get used to it," Harrison seemed thoughtful as he answered.

"I don't get you. Why do you insist on Roxanne being a housewife? And she's not mad at you?" That

was what puzzled Alexander.

Roxanne loved her work. Could she really stand being idle at home?

Harrison tossed the file in his hand aside and asked, "What's wrong with being a housewife?"

"Harrison, I have a feeling Roxanne not getting mad at you is a bit off. She might explode one day,

suddenly asking for a divorce," Alexander expressed his concerns.

Harrison shot him a cold look, "Do you really wish for my downfall, hoping I'll get divorced?"

Alexander reasoned with him, "I'm trying to help you here. Don't force your ideas onto Roxanne."

Harrison didn't know what to say.

Alexander added, "Her good friend, Chloe, was a housewife before and got dumped by her husband.

She's definitely going to be against the idea.

Plus, Roxanne is a workaholic. She loves earning her own money. Forcing her to be a housewife is like

asking for her life."

Harrison frowned, "Even you don't understand that I'm doing this for Roxanne's good?"

Alexander chuckled, "Whether it's for her good or not is up to Roxanne."

At an international top-tier floral club.

Roxanne was angry, with nowhere to vent.

She couldn't communicate with Harrison.

In front of Vincent, she had to pretend to be lovey-dovey with Harrison.

Even if she had feelings, she couldn't vent them.

She could only snip off those beautiful and delicate flowers.

Beautiful flowers scattered, and petals fell.

A classic beauty was doing floral arrangements next to her and her outfit perfectly matched the

atmosphere.

Seeing the destroyed flowers, she couldn't hide her dissatisfaction anymore.

"Mrs. Rodriguez, maybe I could teach you some flower arranging techniques?" The florist suggested.

Roxanne put down the scissors and said, "I'm not interested."

The florist felt awkward, "Mrs. Rodriguez, your husband asked me to send the flowers you made to his

office."

"Really?" Roxanne said.

Roxanne packed a basket of flower petals and branches.

"Send this to him."

Apparently, he wanted to appreciate the flowers she arranged. But that depended on whether she felt

like arranging flowers in the first place.

Half an hour later, Harrison received a basket of ruined petals and branches. He couldn't hide his

disappointment. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

He wanted her to go to the floral club, hoping she could calm her mind.

He hoped she could adjust her mood through the elegant and soothing activity of flower arranging and

be a bit happier.

He didn't expect her to send him a basket of ruined petals and branches.

Was she expressing her dissatisfaction with him?

Because of Roxanne's discontent, Harrison left the building early.

Roxanne returned to Grandeur Meadows.

Vincent wasn't there that day. He had gone back to his villa.

Roxanne was sitting alone at the dining table, eating canned herring.

Harrison smelled the familiar aroma.

It was too pungent.

Although he and Roxanne had lived in Urban Sun Village for half a year, often eating common people's

food with her, he still couldn't get used to the smell of canned herring.

However, he was used to the way Roxanne ate.

He went over and asked, "Aren't there any servants at home today? Didn't the chef prepare dinner?"

"I gave them the day off and let them go home to rest." Roxanne finished speaking and took another

bite of the canned herring.

Those days, she had become Mrs. Rodriguez.

She had servants to attend to her.

There were exquisite dishes for her to enjoy every day.

It made her feel uncomfortable.

She still preferred canned herring.

"You're having canned herring. What about me?" Harrison asked.

"It's ready." Roxanne went to the kitchen, brought out another bowl of cooked canned herring, and said,

"Here."

Harrison raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied, "You want me to eat this?"

That was just like when they just got their marriage certificate, and she bought him clothes from street

vendors.

Roxanne sat down and continued eating her canned herring.

She was eating and talking at the same time, "You shut down my company just to get me used to your

filthy rich lifestyle, forcing me to live a life I don't fancy every single day. I put up with it. So why can't

you eat canned fish?"

Harrison seemed lost for words.

After finishing her canned herring, Roxanne looked up and said, "Moreover, marriage is about mutual

understanding, tolerance, and sacrifice, not just one-sided. I put up with you. So, you should too."

"Eat up," she said, pushing the canned fish toward him.

Harrison didn't like the taste.

Since the day they started living together, he had never gotten used to it.

Still, he swallowed hard and put it in his mouth.

Roxanne added a lot of vinegar to his bowl.

Besides sour pickles, she also spooned in a good amount of garlic just for him.

Harrison could not take it anymore.

He was barely eating it as it was, but then he outright stopped, reaching out to stop Roxanne, "Anne,

no more."

"If I say eat, you eat." Roxanne kept adding more garlic.

Harrison grabbed her hand, shamelessly saying, "I'm afraid if I eat too much garlic, you'll dislike me

when I kiss you."