The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 331

Alexander crouched before the little boy, his emotions a tangled web. He was uncertain how to feel

about this unexpected addition to his life.

Just then, Hazel received a phone call that seemed to press her for time. She was on the verge of a

breakdown, "Can't you guys lay off for a bit? Didn't we agree on tomorrow? Yeah, yeah, got it, bye."

She hung up the phone with a huff, ready to drag Kent out of there. She seemed to have more pressing

matters at hand.

"I haven't finished talking," Alexander said, standing up and grabbing the boy's hand, not ready to let

them leave so easily.

Hazel, unable to move Kent, turned around and shot back, “What? You wanna fight me for him now?”

"We need to talk," Alexander said, trying to keep his cool.

"Sure, we’ll talk, but not now," Hazel sneered, then gave the little boy a fierce look that made him visibly

scared.

It was as if not letting go of Alexander's hand would result in a thrashing.

Quickly, Hazel pulled Kent away. From the boy's frightened and innocent eyes, it wasn't hard for

Alexander to imagine how Hazel usually treated him. She must be harsh with the child.

Alexander wanted to follow them but was interrupted by a call from his friend Samuel.

Picking up the phone, Samuel said politely, "If it's too much trouble, I can just grab a cab home."

The sudden appearance of Hazel and Kent had already thrown Alexander into emotional disarray.

Samuel’s detached tone only added to his frustration. "I'm on my way."

When he picked up Samuel, his friend had been waiting for a while. Alexander quickly went to help with

the luggage. "Sorry I'm late, got held up."

"It's fine," Samuel replied curtly. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The brotherly rapport they once shared, where they would greet each other with a hug or a slap on the

back, seemed forever changed.

The car ride was silent as Alexander brooded. Samuel, noticing the furrowed brow, asked, "You okay?"

Alexander glanced at Samuel while gripping the steering wheel, "You care?"

"Just asking," Samuel replied, still harboring feelings over the whole Nora situation that Alexander

hadn't told him about.

Once upon a time, Samuel would've been the first to cheer Alexander up, but now, even though he

wanted to show concern, his words didn't match his feelings.

"If you admit you care, it'd make me happy," Alexander said outright.

Samuel remained silent. The man who used to wear his heart on his sleeve seemed to have

disappeared with Nora's departure.

Alexander sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. "Ran into Hazel at the airport today. Haven't seen her in

years."

"She hurt you bad. You're not still hung up on her, are you?" Samuel inquired.

Alexander snorted, "I'm not that pathetic."

He wouldn't waste any more emotion on a woman who didn't deserve it.

"So why the long face?"

"She's got a kid with her, named Kent. Looks a lot like me."

Not a hundred percent, but close enough.

No paternity test needed. The kid was clearly his. And that was a whole new can of worms.

Samuel frowned, "What's Hazel up to now?"

"No matter what she's planning, I won't go back to her," Alexander assured.

Enough about that, he thought. It was too aggravating.

Changing the subject, he asked, "Any news on Nora?"

Samuel shook his head, defeated. For years, Nora had vanished to heal her wounds, and no one knew

where she was—not even Harrison could find her.

A person bent on hiding was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"It's tough," Alexander sympathized, patting Samuel's shoulder.

Compared to him, his situation wasn't the worst. Betrayed by Hazel, he'd had a failed marriage, but at

least he'd loved truly. Samuel, on the other hand, never even got the chance to love.

He had spent over twenty years guarding a love in his heart that he never had the chance to express—

how bitter was that?

The following morning dawned, and Evelyn woke up from her slumber feeling good. Dominic had

stroked her hair the night before, and despite the pain from her injuries, she had slept well.

Blinking awake, she was surprised to see Dominic again. "Dominic, you're here again?" she murmured

groggily.

"I've arranged with your aunt to stay and look after you while you're in the hospital," Dominic said.

It was early, just past six, and the sky was still dim when Gloria saw Dominic arrive at the hospital, his

arms laden with bags.

He had come to stay as Evelyn's caretaker for the coming days, hoping for her approval.

Gloria agreed without hesitation. This was a chance for her daughter to grow closer to Dominic. Gloria

and her husband Kyle had secretly vetted Dominic years ago and found him to be reliable and devoted.

They hoped that this time, their daughter could win Dominic over and they could finally fulfill their wish

of not leaving their daughter alone any longer.

Evelyn felt a bit like she had been sold by her mother, who was nowhere to be seen that morning. But

Dominic's presence brightened her day with a radiant smile.

Dominic squeezed out some toothpaste, fetched a glass of water, and grabbed a basin. "Time to brush

your teeth, then I'll wash your face, and after that, we'll have breakfast."

Evelyn asked playfully, "Dominic, are you taking care of me out of gratitude because I took care of you

before, or do you genuinely want to look after me?"

"I just want you to get well soon." Dominic maintained the motion of handing over the toothbrush and

cup, skillfully dodging her question.

Evelyn chuckled, "So, you do want to take care of me, huh?"

She wasn't one to be overly formal.

Since Dominic had come back, she wasn't going to refuse his kindness.

Being with him, even on a cloudy day, made her feel as though she was bathed in sunshine.

"Alright then," Evelyn conceded with a smile. "I hope these days together will bring us closer."

"Are you going to brush your teeth or what?" Dominic pretended to be stern.

Evelyn happily reached for the toothbrush, saying, "I'll brush."

Ouch.

In her excitement, she moved too briskly, causing her wound to sting with pain.

Dominic looked at her, half amused and half exasperated, "Can't you be a little more careful? You don't

look like the formidable CEO at all right now."

Evelyn gently touched the sore spot, waiting for the pain to subside before looking up and smiling at

him.

"You think I want to be the tough CEO? If my dad had anyone else but me, I wouldn't be in this

position. I'd much rather be the docile woman behind the man."

And by that, she meant his docile woman.