The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 276

The ding of the elevator announced its arrival.

Roxanne, cradling Angela in her arms, stepped inside, positioning herself so that her back was to the

door, continuing her one-sided conversation with Angela.

“Don’t cry, Angela, my darling. Mommy will be home soon to feed you your milk!”

Truthfully, she was comforting herself.

Roxanne, don’t cry. Roxanne, you're strong!

She should have faith in her decisions.

Now, even without Harrison’s alimony or Vincent's inherited wealth, she was financially independent.

She wouldn't touch the money Harrison and Vincent had left her.

All of that was meant for her daughter.

Her annual income was enough for her and provided a comfortable life for her daughter.

She was financially independent now.

She'd seen the world and endured through life's stormy weather.

She shouldn't be entangled in the love game anymore.

She should love the world, every little thing in it, her daughter, and herself.

From now on, Harrison was Angela's father, she was Angela's mother.

Beyond that, they were strangers.

Having settled these issues in her mind, her heart seemed calmer, the emotional turmoil had lessened.

She'd heard that emotional distress could affect lactation.

Before nursing Angela, Roxanne had to soothe her emotions.

Then, cheerfully, she fed Angela.

Angela had a habit of stopping halfway through her feed.

She would look up at Roxanne, smile, and play with her.

A two-month-old cutie, she was delightfully enchanting.

Roxanne smiled back at Angela.

The interaction between mother and daughter was supremely heartwarming.

Roxanne's heart, laden with sorrow, was filled to the brim.

Having such a lovely little angel by her side made all the hardship she had endured in bringing her into

this world worthwhile.

Fiona asked curiously, "Roxanne, is Angela's biological father a businessman? He has that aura about

him. And he seems familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before."

"You might have seen him on the news," Roxanne said, burping Angela who'd just finished her milk.

"Really? I can't seem to remember," Fiona scratched her head in confusion.

Roxanne gave her a hint, "You must have seen the news about the richest man in Seraphim Haven

getting engaged to the Dawson family heiress, and then getting dumped by her."

Fiona slapped her thigh, a lightbulb going off in her head, "Of course! Angela's father is the richest man

in Seraphim Haven. That explains the aura."

“Wait, the richest man in Seraphim Haven!” Fiona exclaimed, "Roxanne, I couldn't have guessed. You

and the richest man in Seraphim Haven have a history, and Angela is the result."

Roxanne simply chuckled, "Unbelievable, right? Ordinary me having a past with the richest man in

Seraphim Haven!"

Talking about her past with Harrison now felt like talking about someone else's story.

She found it unbelievable herself.

She was just a simple Cinderella, and yet, she was entangled with the richest man in Seraphim Haven.

But it was a tragic entanglement.

Fiona asked curiously, "Roxanne, how did you meet him and how did you separate? Did he hurt you

first?"

Roxanne didn't answer.

Fiona realized she'd crossed a line, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

Roxanne didn't want to malign Harrison.

She simply said, "Mr. Rodriguez is a conscientious entrepreneur, dedicated to his work and the welfare

of his employees. He's a good boss."

"He's also very respectful, especially to his father."

"He's a gentleman with solid moral values."

"He truly is a good man."

Therefore, Harrison had managed to stay single before meeting her.

He was a good man.

Suddenly, she felt choked up.

She was close to Fiona now, there was no need to hide anything.

With tears in her eyes, she candidly said, "He's truly a good man. But we just weren't meant to be."

Everything was summed up in those words.

Wiping her tears, Roxanne laughed, "Life goes on. I hope we all find happiness."

Fiona, having been through similar experiences, could see that Roxanne was still in love with Angela's

father.

She honestly said, "Roxanne, from the way he looks at you, filled with pain and love, I can tell that he

still loves you."

Roxanne gave a bitter smile, "For business tycoons like him, love is just an episode in their lives."

Fiona insisted, "But I can see that he truly loves you. And you've been rejecting Mr. Dominic because of

him, haven't you?"

Roxanne dodged the question, "Fiona, I need to head to the office now."

She handed Angela to Fiona.

Leaning over, she kissed Angela's chubby cheek.

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As she got into her car, her phone buzzed with notifications.

Multiple PayPal transfers from Harrison.

She sent a voice message, "Mr. Rodriguez, why are you transferring so much money?"

Inside his Rolls-Royce, Harrison heard the formal address, and his heart clenched.

Perhaps it was due to the dark window tint, but the interior of the car was dark, reflecting his gloomy

and defeated expression.

The vibrant cityscape outside was in stark contrast to the desolation inside the vehicle.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Anthony, the driver, didn't dare to utter a word.

Harrison, typing a string of texts, all of which were for Angela's child support. [Take it,] he sent.

Roxanne sent another voice message, "You've given me enough already. I can't take this." And let it

automatically bounce back.

"I'll transfer it to you again tomorrow, and keep doing so until you accept it," Harrison responded.

He knew that Roxanne didn't lack money.

What she least needed was money.

But he wanted to keep contact with her in this way, again and again.

So that the chat box between him and Roxanne on WhatsApp wouldn't be empty.

Even if she distantly referred to him as Mr. Rodriguez, at least he could hear her voice.

The WhatsApp screen showed Roxanne was typing, but then it returned to silence, she didn't send any

more messages.

And Harrison didn't disturb her again.

Late at night.

Harrison stood by the window, looking at the night outside the villa, and played the voice message

Roxanne had sent him.

Her voice, familiar yet distant.

Some voice messages can be replayed over and over.

Some paths can be retraced and looked at again.

But they can never be walked again!

That night, he listened to Roxanne's voice, over and over.