The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 68

When it came to heartbreak, Roxanne gave Nora a thorough once-over.

The sight of her wiping away tears, looking so disheveled and vulnerable, was enough to break

anyone's heart.

Her pitiful demeanor, coupled with the stunning white dress she wore, made her look irresistibly

beautiful.

What kind of man could make such a beautiful woman cry such heartbroken tears?

Turned out, there were plenty of those guys in the real world.

Men who didn't appreciate good women were all around us.

Take Chloe's boyfriend, Oliver, for example; he's one of those guys who just doesn't know what he's

got.

Roxanne comforted Nora with resolve, "Girl, you should be grateful. It's that man who didn't appreciate

you. This way, you'll find your Mr. Right at your next opportunity."

That man?

Nora, who had been crying uncontrollably, stopped crying.

She simply couldn't tell Roxanne that the "man" she was talking about was Roxanne's husband.

Nora took a closer look at Roxanne.

The more she looked at her, the more striking and beautiful she found her.

Although a bit jealous, she felt that Harrison indeed deserved to be with such a gorgeous and spirited

girl.

But, why would Harrison's wife be zipping around the lanes of Urban Sun Village on an e-scooter?

And the clothes Roxanne was wearing looked pretty ordinary, not like those rich socialites that usually

hang around Harrison.

She seemed more like a regular girl from the lower rungs of society.

Nora was curious. How did Harrison and Roxanne end up getting married?

She tried to ask, "You... you're newlyweds, right?"

Roxanne asked back, "How did you figure that out?"

Nora responded, "You seem pretty glowing, like you just went through something happy, just a wild

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Roxanne again asked, "How did you guess that?"

Feeling a connection, Roxanne briefly told Nora about her marriage.

Then she comforted Nora again, "Look, there are a lot of people in this world who either married

someone they're not satisfied with or just got hitched on a whim."

"Just like me, I married a man, not out of love but for some necessary reasons. Although now, my

husband seems pretty reliable and responsible. But we're not together because we fell in love."

"But you're different. Although it seems like you got your heart broken, you got away from that guy,

which gives you the chance to find your true love."

"In the future, your Mr. Right will definitely meet you at the right time."

Nora thought what Roxanne said made sense.

But Nora felt the need to clarify, "Uh, Ms. Martinez, you might have misunderstood. Even though I got

my heart broken, the man I love isn't that kind of man; he's not irresponsible. It's just that we weren't a

good match..."

"What wasn't a good match? That's just an excuse. Wait... how do you know my last name?"

"Oh, well..." Nora was a bit nervous, "I've seen you before; you were with your friend. I know her, but

you probably don't remember me."

"Which friend?"

Roxanne couldn't remember; did she have a rich friend who drove a Bentley?

She had no recollection of that.

Seeing Nora's nervousness, Roxanne quickly said, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

Roxanne also quickly said, "I hit your car, I can compensate you."

Looking at the dent in the car door, Nora smiled and said, "It's okay; this amount of money is nothing. I

can claim it from insurance."

"But I caused it; I should compensate you."

"You really don't have to. My family isn't short of this amount of money."

Just a few tens of thousands of dollars, for the Dawson family, this amount of money was really

nothing.

Nora quickly said, "Ms. Martinez, don't worry. I just think that there's no need for you to compensate."

Knowing Roxanne's situation and understanding her living conditions, Nora felt that she was really

having a tough time.

If she had to cough up tens of thousands of dollars all of a sudden, it might not be easy for her.

Nora didn't want to make things difficult for her.

"Your e-scooter fell over; let me help you pick it up."

They picked up the e-scooter together, and Nora got into the car.

Roxanne walked over and knocked on the car window, "How about we add each other on Facebook?

Only if I compensate you will I feel better."

Nora rolled down the window and smiled at Roxanne, "Really, there's no need. We don't have to keep

each other's contact information."

Although she didn't hate Harrison's new wife, she still hoped that Harrison and Roxanne could have a

beautiful marriage.

But she wasn't magnanimous enough to become friends with Harrison's wife.

If they added each other on Facebook, she might see Roxanne's posts in the future.

She might see snippets of her life with Harrison.

Nora was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle seeing those images.

Roxanne wanted to say something, but Nora tactfully said, "Ms. Martinez, congratulations on your

wedding!"

After saying that, Nora started the car and left the scene.

After the car left, she looked at Roxanne in the rear view mirror.

Harrison had only met her once and chose to marry her!

That simple encounter outweighed all her unrequited love and silence waiting for him.

Turns out, marriage really was about fate.

She and Harrison were never meant to be husband and wife.

If that was the case, then she'd quietly leave and not disturb them anymore.

She also needed to start her new life.

Although it involved a painful sacrifice, she had to let go eventually.

The moment she let go, she felt a lot lighter.

But the moment she let go, her heart ached like it was being cut with a knife.

On that summer evening, Nora looked at the sunset outside the window.

The sunset was as red as blood, beautiful yet sad, just like her bitter youthful love.

But a new day will eventually come.

After that day, she also needed to start life anew.

On Roxanne's way to meet Harrison, Harrison furrowed his brows and asked, "Why are you only here

now?"

"Sorry about that." Roxanne explained from her electric scooter, "I had a bit of a fender-bender earlier

and ran a bit behind schedule. Let's head straight to the market now, OK?"

"A fender-bender?" Harrison looked genuinely concerned.

"You alright?" He clutched her arm tightly, giving her a once-over.

"I'm fine; just put a ding in the other car's door. The repair costs might run up to a few tens of

thousands of dollars."

"You hit a luxury car? Did the owner give you a hard time?"

"It was a Bentley; does that count as luxury? But the owner didn't ask me to pay a dime. She was such

a sweetheart. I wanted to get her contact information so I could pay her back later, but she didn't give

me the chance."

"Really? Someone that generous?" Harrison was skeptical. He was no stranger to the world of the rich,

and he knew them better than anyone.

He knew that the richer they were, the stingier they could be.

If a Bentley owner’s car got hit, they would usually make the one responsible pay through the nose.

They weren't exactly the charitable type.

You can't be kind-hearted and be a capitalist at the same time.

While he was talking, Harrison sneezed a few times in a row.

Roxanne thought he had caught a cold and asked, "You alright? Caught a cold?"

"Nah. I've been sneezing since I was waiting for you at the subway entrance. I guess someone's been

badmouthing me."

"Who dares to trash talk you? I'll beat them up." Roxanne seemed fearless, ready to pick a fight at any

moment.