The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 25

Roxanne didn't notice the chill in Harrison's eyes.

She was tidying up the shelves and chatting with him since she now had some free time.

"I was just making small talk with those college kids."

"Plus, you've got this boss vibe going on. If I told them your factory went bankrupt and you're now

having a clearance sale, they wouldn't question it."

"These goods are top-notch. They're getting a great deal on these clearance items. That's how we can

easily sell out."

But Harrison was thinking about how she had no right to tell those college girls that he was her boss.

For some reason, he was feeling a bit ticked off.

His face was stone cold when he asked, "Don't you realize they all thought I was hot and clearly novelbin

wanted my WhatsApp? Did you really let them scan my QR code on purpose?"

"You are hot." Roxanne turned around and said casually.

Harrison fell silent.

"Your looks can attract more customers and even lead to more deals. If we can get a business account

going, it could be a profitable channel."

After hearing this, Harrison's face darkened even more, "Don't you realize they wanted to ask me out?"

As he said this, he took out his phone and opened WhatsApp.

Of the college girls who just added him, at least a dozen of them had already sent him private

messages.

"Hey, are you free? I want to ask you out for coffee."

"Hi, can we be friends?"

"You're so good looking. Do you have a girlfriend? If not, do I stand a chance? Here's my picture—

photo.jpg."

...

Both Harrison and Roxanne read the messages.

Harrison lifted his head; his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was expressionless, but Roxanne

laughed.

"You're laughing?" Harrison's eyebrows furrowed even further.

"Doesn't this just prove how attractive my husband is?" Roxanne said, "I'm happy."

Harrison struggled to keep his anger in check and asked coldly, "Aren't you afraid something might

happen if I keep talking to them?"

Roxanne laughed again.

"What are you laughing at?" Harrison was clearly losing control of his temper.

Roxanne suddenly thought he looked cute.

"I'm not stupid; I know you're not that kind of guy. Why would I be afraid?" She said with a laugh.

"How do you know I'm not that kind of guy? Do you know me that well?" Harrison asked.

Roxanne replied with a laugh, "You're just not that kind of guy."

"You said you wouldn't sleep with someone you didn't have feelings for when we got married. You

wouldn't even sleep with me, your legally wedded wife."

"How could you possibly fool around with some random girl who just added you on WhatsApp?"

"If you did, you wouldn't be Harrison anymore, would you?"

She sounded pretty convincing.

Harrison couldn't come up with any counterarguments.

But he felt even more irritated, although he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"So, you trust me quite a bit." He said a bit grumpily, sitting down and deleting all the girls who had just

added him.

"What are you doing?"

Roxanne wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"I don't like adding people randomly, especially girls. If you want to run a business account, use your

own WhatsApp to add people, not mine."

"Okay, okay, okay." Roxanne obeyed him, "I won't give your contact to anyone randomly anymore; can

you stop being angry?"

Around six o'clock, Vincent came by with two thermos lunch boxes to deliver food for the couple.

Roxanne had just sold a bag for $12.9.

After selling the bag and watching the customer walk away, she quickly took the lunch boxes from

Vincent.

"Vincent, thank you for going to the trouble of bringing us food."

"It's no trouble. I made you beef brisket soup and steamed beef today."

Roxanne sat down and started eating, clearly enjoying the food.

When a customer came, Vincent told her and Harrison to focus on eating while he attended to the

customer.

Harrison couldn't understand how this old man could stoop so low from being a director of a large

group to a hawker, all to please his daughter-in-law.

While looking at the beef brisket soup and beef shank in the lunch box, Harrison sent a message to

Vincent asking, “Did you slaughter the Sudanese cow we had at home?”

Vincent had just sent away a girl who asked for the price and didn't buy anything. He replied, “Yes, I

slaughtered it specifically to make soup for my daughter-in-law, Anne.”

Harrison was speechless.

His father had just slaughtered a Sudanese cow worth two million dollars that he imported from abroad

and had raised for nearly three years.

His friends, who were on good terms with Vincent, had begged him for a long time to slaughter the cow

so they could all taste it.

But he had always refused.

Yet, to nourish his daughter-in-law, he slaughtered the cow just like that?

Vincent replied, “What? Can't I slaughter a cow to make soup for Anne?

Harrison replied, “Of course you can. But if she knew that the cow she was eating was worth over two

million dollars, she probably wouldn't dare eat it.”

“I bought another batch of cows, sheep, chickens, ducks, pigeons, fish, and so on. I had the workers at

home raise them. But there weren't enough workers to take care of so many animals, so I purposely

hired a dozen more. You and Anne better hurry up. Don't wait until all these animals are eaten before

she gets pregnant.”

“How much did you spend on these animals?”

“Not much, just a few million dollars. Small change.”

Harrison was at a loss for words.

Vincent continued their text conversation, “Wait a minute, Harrison. There’s something wrong with your

brain.”

Harrison replied, “I didn’t object to you raising these animals. What’s wrong with me?”

“I’m not talking about whether or not you object to raising these animals. I’m talking about, when I

mentioned Anne getting pregnant, you didn’t seem repulsed?”

A few days back, when he brought up Roxanne’s pregnancy, Harrison was totally grossed out.

But today, something was way off.

The father-son duo were just a few meters apart, yet they were going at it on WhatsApp.

Vincent took a quick look back at Harrison, who was sitting very close to Anne.

With a knowing smile, Vincent leaned in and said, “You’re starting to like her, aren’t you?”

Harrison replied, “You’re reading too much into it.”

When he turned to look at Roxanne again, she was gobbling up her food as usual, clearly in a hurry.

This time around, he didn’t find her eating manners off-putting.

As he watched her, his heart was pounding, and his pulse was all over the place.

He didn't even notice that his gaze became softer and more affectionate.

When she looked up at him, he quickly looked away out of embarrassment.

Vincent saw it all.

With a satisfied grin, Vincent sent Harrison a WhatsApp message, "Keep pretending that you don't

care."

Harrison saw the message and felt a wave of irritation wash over him.

What was he doing?

He was Mr. Harrison, with nearly forty thousand employees under him. He was always up to his

eyeballs in work, and yet here he was, hustling with Roxanne in this bustling city?

At first, he just agreed to live with Roxanne, but now he found himself acting like a whipped husband,

doing whatever she said.

Harrison finally understood why he was irritated.

He hated being led by the nose.

He put away his phone, stood up, and left.

"You hardly touched your food; are you done?" Roxanne, who had finished eating, was cleaning up.

He replied coldly, "Work needs me; I’ve gotta bounce."

After watching Harrison vanish into the distance, Vincent walked over and asked, "Anne, why is

Harrison leaving?"

Roxanne replied, "He said work called him in. He’s always on call and super busy.”

With a knowing smile, Vincent replied, “I don’t think he’s going to work. I think I hit a nerve, and that's

why he's pissed."

"What nerve?" Roxanne asked curiously.