The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 30

Alexander snapped out of his rudeness right away, diverting his attention back to the goods he was

pretending to be interested in.

"Lady, how much for this dress?"

Roxanne, who just had the displeasure of being stared at by Alexander, figured he was just a window

shopper, so she didn't bother being overly friendly.

"Are you shopping for clothes or a bag?"

He kept asking about both. A clear sign of a tire kicker.

Alexander came clean, "Our company is giving out gifts to our female employees. We need something

affordable but not too shabby. Your stall has clothes, bags, and shoes. They all fit the bill. I'll take

everything."

Everything?

Was he pulling her leg?

Roxanne chuckled, "Sir, don't kid with me."

"I'm serious." Alexander pulled out a wad of cash, "This is the down payment. Pack everything up for

me. Once you're done, I'll pay the rest, then have everything picked up."

Roxanne was still skeptical.

She picked up the wad of cash. It was all real, with not a counterfeit in sight.

But she still asked, puzzled, "You really want everything? All of it?"

"The money's in your hand; isn't it obvious?"

Did she just hit the jackpot?

Why was she so lucky?

Roxanne, still in disbelief, asked again, "You're not going to haggle?"

Alexander replied, "Just sell at the listed price; our company isn't short on cash."

More accurately, Mr. Harrison wasn't short on cash.

Roxanne pondered for a few seconds, then decisively said, "Wait here; I’ll pack them up for you. Dad,

Harrison, come help out.”

Vincent promptly responded, “Okay, coming right up.”

Alexander gave Vincent a respectful look, as if he were saluting a president.

When Roxanne turned away, Vincent gave Alexander a thumbs-up, which made Alexander feel pretty

chuffed with himself.

Harrison sent Alexander a cold message, “Get your ass over here to help pack.”

Alexander hurried to help, "Lady, let me give you a hand. It'll be faster."

Half an hour later, all of Roxanne's merchandise was loaded onto the vehicle Alexander had sent.

Alexander paid her the remaining amount on the spot.

Roxanne had originally purchased the lot for over $2000 and sold it for over $3000.

She made over a grand, and it all happened in one night.

Talk about a lucky break.

The neighboring stall owner who also sold women's clothing ran over, green with envy, "Babe, did that

guy really buy everything? All of it?"

Roxanne, still basking in her joy, answered, "Yeah."

The owner, bitter and jealous, said, "You must've made a killing, huh?"

Roxanne played it down, "Not that much. I just sold at a low price, but in bulk.”

The owner grumbled, “You’re making money, and you can't even admit it. It's not like I'm going to rob

you."

Then the owner turned to Alexander, "Sir, since your company is sourcing women's clothing, why not

take mine as well? I'll give you a discount."

Alexander coldly responded, "Who are you?"

He was not Mr. Harrison's wife.

Did he think everyone was as lucky as Roxanne was?

The owner explained, "I sell women's clothing too. Don't you need more?"

Alexander replied, "No, thank you. Don't block my way; move aside."

Back at the rented apartment, Roxanne was counting the wad of cash she had earned.

1, 2, 3, plus the ones she received earlier. It totaled over $3000.

Earning money felt damn good.

She happily turned to Harrison and said, "Harrison, I can't believe how lucky I am! I made over $3000

in one night. It's unbelievable."

Vincent told her, "Your luck is only going to get better."

Roxanne, still holding the money, continued, "When did my luck start to turn? Is this a sign of a

windfall?"

Harrison got up and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

He was finally home from the noisy and dirty Night Fair.

Compared to that place, the shabby but clean apartment felt instantly more comfortable.

But he still missed his mansion and his villa.

On this hot summer day, a swim in his spacious and clean pool would be so refreshing.

After his shower, Harrison received a message from Alexander, “Mr. Harrison, your wife is nothing

special. Sure, she's tall and pretty, but she's just too ordinary. She's not worthy of you.”

Alexander was just stating the facts.

Harrison didn't argue but sent back one message, “She's different from the rest.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“What's so different about her? She's way too ordinary; she’s not even comparable to those society

heiresses. I can't figure out why President Rodriguez insists on you marrying her. Mr. Harrison, you're

being wronged.”

“You talk too much. Do you want your pay cut?”

Alexander at the other end of the phone didn't dare respond.

Was Mr. Harrison protecting her?

...

The next day was a Monday.

Roxanne and Harrison headed downstairs, both ready for work.

As usual, Roxanne was riding her electric bike.

She glanced at Harrison, "Do you want a ride to the subway station?"

"No need; it’s just a few steps away.”

Anthony’s car was right across the street, waiting for him.

Roxanne enthusiastically said, "You walk too slow. You'll be late for work. Hop on, I'll give you a ride."

Harrison looked at her electric bike.

She urged, "Come on."

Harrison was going to decline.

But he saw Roxanne's beautiful face in the soft morning sunlight and thought today's weather was

exceptionally good.

Even the scorching wind felt unusually refreshing.

So, before he knew it, Harrison found himself sitting on Roxanne's electric bike.

It was only after he got on that he realized his mistake.

The small and shabby bike left no room for his long legs.

He wanted to get off, but Roxanne had already hopped on the bike, weaved through the crowd, and

gunned it out of the alleyway.

She rode it like a bat out of hell; you could tell she was a regular e-bike rider, and she didn't pay any

mind to safety.

"Could you slow down a bit?" Harrison cautioned her as they approached a downhill slope.

Roxanne chuckled in response, "What are you afraid of as a man? I'm not scared. Don't worry; I use

this path all the time. It's all good."

Harrison was used to being chauffeured around in luxury cars.

On a normal day, he'd expect the driver to drive so smoothly that a glass of water placed on the tray

wouldn't spill a drop.

For him, the car ride had to always be super steady.

But today he was being ferried around by a woman on an e-bike, weaving through traffic with horns

blaring, experiencing a heart-pounding ride.

It wasn't that Roxanne was a poor driver.

It was just that Harrison wasn't used to this mode of transport.

He regretted getting on Roxanne's e-bike.

Who knew how he ended up on it?

As they hit a speed bump, the bike jolted, and Harrison reflexively wrapped his arms around Roxanne's

waist.

Only then did he realize how slender and firm her waist was.

This was the second time he had held her waist.

The first time was when he lost control, held her waist, and kissed her.

He was so flustered then that he hadn't noticed how slim her waist was. She was so slim that he was

afraid to grip too hard.

However, Roxanne didn't resist or reject his hands around her waist.

It seemed she had accepted their marital relationship.

Maybe she had been single for too long.

Only now did she feel that having a partner wasn't bad.

This way, she wasn't alone on her commute, and she could have someone to chat with.

That was pretty nice!

"Harrison, you haven't told me yet; which company is your new job at?"

Harrison gave a noncommittal reply.

They chatted casually throughout the ride.

Most of the time, it was her asking and him answering.

When they arrived at the subway station, Roxanne parked the e-bike.

As Harrison got off, Roxanne stepped forward to straighten his shirt collar.

The shirt was a new purchase she made for him; it fit him well and looked quite handsome.

She smiled, "Harrison, do well at your company; try to get a raise soon."

"Are you a money grubber? You are only thinking about me getting a raise." Harrison didn't smile.

Roxanne retorted, "Didn't we agree to save money together for a house? If I'm not hoping for you to get

a raise, am I supposed to hope you get a pay cut?"

Harrison replied, "I got it; I'll do my best at work."

"Alright, go catch your subway." Roxanne waved.

"Who's this? Why are you dressed so formally today? Are you job hunting?" Oliver lived nearby and

happened upon Harrison and Roxanne, so he sauntered over with a disdainful look.

Roxanne's good mood was instantly ruined upon seeing Oliver.

Oliver stood before them, sizing up Harrison again.

Despite Harrison's father being a farmer and Harrison being penniless after his business failed in the

city, there was something in his eyes that made Oliver feel oppressed.

So Oliver didn't dare to meet Harrison's gaze.

But Oliver dared to mock him, "Weren't you selling stuff by the park? What? Can't make ends meet and

looking for a job now? Harrison, my brother-in-law's company is hiring security guards, and with your

simpleton look, you'd fit right in as a watchdog. Want me to refer you? You could make a steady income

each month."