The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 54

This topic got Vincent all pumped up.

"Little girls are just so darn cute, always soft and lovely. And the boys, they're always up to no good, a

real handful. If you and Harrison could give me a granddaughter, I'd buy her beautiful princess dresses,

decorate her room in pink, and get her a piano and tons of dolls. I'd send her to the best school..."

Realizing he'd gone off on a tangent, Vincent suddenly stopped.

He'd almost blown his cover.

Vincent quickly added, "I'm just saying, if I had a granddaughter, I'd go all out to give her the best."

During holidays, he'd definitely shower his granddaughter with gifts.

No, he could just give her a credit card straight away.

When she was a bit older, he’d set her up with a villa, an estate, a company...

Vincent had tons of ideas for spoiling his granddaughter, and he couldn't wait.

Upon hearing this, Roxanne was somewhat moved, "Dad, being your granddaughter must be a blast.

As your daughter-in-law, I already feel like I'm living a dream."

"Then you and Harrison better get cracking on giving me a granddaughter. I only need one. I know

having babies is tough."

Just then, Harrison walked out after finishing the dishes.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Vincent looked at Harrison, "I've decided to move back home."

Both Harrison and Roxanne asked, surprised, "Move back home?"

Roxanne quickly added, "Dad, you're comfy here. Why are you moving back home?"

Vincent noticed that Harrison and Roxanne's relationship had improved.

At least Harrison wasn't rejecting Roxanne anymore.

He'd just seen Harrison wipe Roxanne's mouth, which was a huge step forward.

If they spent time alone, their relationship would surely progress even faster.

So, Vincent made up the excuse that his farm needed tending to, and he had to go back for a while.

Roxanne was somewhat reluctant.

That night, Vincent had to leave.

On his way out, Harrison pretended to call a cab for him.

Before getting in, Vincent pulled Roxanne aside, encouraging her, "Roxanne, you gotta hang in there.

Give us the Rodriguez family a little baby."

Roxanne thought Vincent was a real character.

He wasn't biased towards boys and loved the idea of having a granddaughter, not a grandson.

Vincent was one of a kind.

She felt blessed to have such a father-in-law. Must've done something right in her past life.

The car drove off with Vincent.

Harrison sent a message to the head of his security team.

“Keep an eye on Vincent and make sure he gets home safe.”

The head of security replied, “ Mr. Harrison, roger that will do.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

After sending the message, Harrison finally turned to look at Roxanne, who was grinning from ear to

ear.

She seemed especially cheery today.

"What's got you so happy?" Harrison asked, "What did my dad say to you?"

Roxanne took a few steps, then turned around and said, "Vincent is my dad too now."

Harrison walked by her side. She turned to him and asked, "Harrison, when you were little, was Vincent

disappointed that you were a boy, not a girl?"

"How'd you know?"

"Because I've noticed Vincent really likes girls."

"You're just noticing now? Ever since you became part of the Rodriguez family, he's been treating you

like his own daughter, almost forgetting about me, his actual son."

Apparently, the day he was born, the nurse brought him out and said, "Congratulations, it's a boy."

However, Vincent's face fell instantly, and he was on the verge of tears.

He was disappointed in his son.

Because he didn't have a daughter, he was depressed for several months.

Afterward, Vincent raised Harrison like a girl, often dressing him in skirts, until Harrison started

resisting.

Harrison told Roxanne all this.

Roxanne said, "I see!"

With such a father-in-law who adores girls, her daughter would surely be very happy.

At that moment, Roxanne glanced at Harrison next to her.

He was tall, handsome, extremely good-looking, with sharp features.

If she had kids with a hottie like him, their children would definitely be very good-looking.

Harrison asked, "What exactly did my dad say to you?"

"I won't tell you. It's a secret between Dad and me."

"Fine, you're his real daughter. I'm the outsider."

"That's what you get for not being a girl."

Roxanne felt extremely lucky to have stumbled upon such a good family.

However, her good friend Chloe wasn't as fortunate.

When Chloe got home, she found Oliver having a drink with a bunch of his friends.

Amelia had taken Aria to her dance class.

Austin was sleeping in his room.

Upon seeing her at the door, Oliver immediately ordered, "Chloe, whip up some more dishes for my

friends quickly. Quentin loves your creamy baked lobster; there is some lobster in the sink. Clean it

before you cook."

Among Oliver's friends, Quentin was the most decent.

Quentin patted Oliver on the shoulder and said, "Oliver, let Chloe rest a bit. She doesn't need to cook

anymore. This is enough. Chloe's been working all day, and she must be tired."

Oliver scoffed, "Tired? Isn't this what women are for when you marry them? It's alright, let her cook."

Chloe stood at the door.

Though she'd grown numb to it, when Oliver said such things with such conviction, her heart still

ached.

Was this why he married her? To cook, clean, and do housework?

Oliver really had the nerve.

For Quentin's sake, Chloe held back her anger.

She just stood there at the door, not heading straight to the kitchen to cook, and Oliver shot her a nasty

look.

"I told you to make creamy baked lobster, and you're just standing there like a log. Didn't you hear

me?"

Most of the crowd hanging out with Oliver and drinking were a bunch of bad apples.

Only Quentin once helped Chloe.

Quentin did indeed have a thing for lobster.

For Quentin's sake, Chloe swallowed her anger and decided to treat the guests properly.

Seeing her a bit worn out, Quentin quickly said, "Chloe, take a break, wash your hands, and sit down to

eat with us."

Oliver cut Quentin off, "Don’t worry about her."

Then he glared at Chloe, "Get moving. What are you still standing here for?"

His rude attitude was more than Quentin could bear, "Oliver, you should be looking after your wife, not

expecting her to serve you like a nanny. If you keep treating Chloe like this, she might fall out of love

with you, even consider divorcing you."

"Divorce? She wouldn't dare."

Oliver said, taking a swig of his drink.

"Didn’t she mention divorce before, seeming all determined and resolute? But after a few days, she

didn’t dare bring it up again. She knows herself. She's been married and had two kids; she's not a

young single woman anymore. If she divorces, she'll be a divorcee. It might be tough for her to find a

new partner. She doesn't dare divorce me; it's all talk. She doesn't have the guts to actually divorce me.

Besides, how would she get by without me? Who'd take care of her? What man would take in a

divorced woman?"