The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 327

Dominic gently caressed Evelyn's hair with his hand, whispering, "You should get some rest. The

doctor said to keep the chatter down. Maybe take a nap, huh?"

Exhausted, Evelyn gave him a sleepy smile and a little wink to show she'd be good. Dominic withdrew

his hand and turned to leave, casting a final glance back at her.

He was gone, but the spot on her head where he had touched her still felt warm. Her eyes sparkled

with a brilliance that could rival the stars outside.

The night was beautiful - a soft moon and wispy clouds painted a tranquil, lovely scene.

But as the anesthesia wore off, the pain at the site of her surgery grew more intense, searing like a

burn. Yet the memory of Dominic's gentle touch made even that pain seem more bearable.

On the other end of the night, Harrison and Roxanne made their way back to the Rodriguez Villa, their

car winding its way up the private road that led to the hilltop manor. Vincent had chosen this central

location for the estate not just because it was Rodriguez Group property, but also to fulfill his wife's love

of high places - to watch the landscape, the sunrise, and sunset and to overlook the city.

While a remote location would have been cheaper, Vincent built it in the city center for convenience.

Otherwise, the land could have been used for lucrative commercial purposes.

To win over Rita Foster, Vincent spared no expense in creating this grand villa.

In the princess room of the villa, Vincent had just tucked his little granddaughter Angela into bed. Sitting

cross-legged on the floor, he watched her sleep. She dreamt of sweet treats, smacking her lips and

murmuring, "So yummy, oh so yummy. Grandpa, have a bite too!" she said in her dream, making

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He was overjoyed that his son and daughter-in-law were finally together again but felt a pang of

loneliness without Rita.

It seems like everything was complete.

But it wasn’t entirely complete.

He looked at the moonlight outside the window and muttered to himself, "Rita, you've been gone for so

many years, why am I still not used to it? Back then you said you wanted to take care of our precious

granddaughter with me. Our granddaughter is really adorable and cute."

Without Rita by his side, Vincent’s heart still felt empty.

He couldn't grow old together with Rita.

May his son and Roxanne have a smooth journey.

On the mountainside, Harrison signaled for silence when Anthony checked on why the car had stopped

- Roxanne had fallen asleep on Harrison's shoulder.

"Are we halfway up the mountain? Why did the car stop?"

Harrison responded, "The car broke down, Anthony went to get another one."

"Even a Rolls-Royce can break down?" Roxanne chuckled, teasing him, "I thought your car was a

Rolls-Royce, and those don't break down."

Harrison also chuckled, "A Rolls-Royce is still a car."

"Anyway, since it's broken, let's get out and walk back," she suggested.

"Are you sure?" Harrison raised an eyebrow, "The mountain road is long, can you walk?"

Roxanne had already opened the car door, before getting out, she turned and smiled at him, saying

decisively, "If I really can't walk, you can carry me. After all, you're fit."

Both of them got out of the car together.

Walking from halfway up the mountain back to the mansion.

This winding mountain road was their exclusive driveway to the mansion.

There were security personnel at various entrances both down and up the mountain, ensuring that

outsiders couldn't enter.

Dim streetlights lined the sides of the road, and there was a sea of flowers.

They had never walked together like this, side by side, under the serene and beautiful moonlight.

Harrison carefully took Roxanne's hand, "Anne, does happiness come too suddenly? It feels like I'm

dreaming."

Roxanne teased him, wondering if even someone like Mr. Harrison could be lost in dreams. It was clear

Harrison felt undeserving of forgiveness for his past mistakes, but Roxanne's playful jests and the

beauty of the starlit sky suggested love was in the air, strong enough to forgive and forge a path

forward together.

At this moment, the formidable head of the Rodriguez Group, the wealthiest man in Seraphim Haven,

had utterly transformed into a man smitten by love, yearning to hear sweet nothings from Roxanne.

But Roxanne refused to indulge him, her laughter light and teasing. "You should be thankful that I

forgive you. Don't push your luck."

Harrison didn't press her further.

He, like her, turned his gaze toward the sky.

The moon hung clear, its light filtering through sparse clouds, casting the heavens into an otherworldly

tapestry.

"Anne, today I stumbled upon the nickname Evelyn gave Dominic: 'Till death do us part.' It got me

thinking," Harrison mused.

"You saw that too?" Roxanne turned to look at him.

As their eyes met, Harrison's gaze deepened, swirling like a vortex, threatening to pull her in.

She too felt the beauty of the moment, "Harrison, during the plane crash scare, when Vincent collapsed

and was rushed to the hospital, do you know what I was thinking?"

"I'm all ears," Harrison replied, his attention focused solely on her. "What was on your mind?"

She looked at his handsome, mature profile and felt a sense of serenity, almost too surreal to believe.

"While Vincent was unconscious, I stayed by his side. I was so exhausted, I dozed off on the bed for a

while. When I woke up, it was four in the morning. I kept feeling that you should have been there with

me."

The emotions of loss that had overwhelmed her then were pressing against her chest again.

Roxanne's eyes suddenly filled with tears, "Harrison, I'm so grateful that you weren't really caught in a

crash."

Otherwise, every night when I woke up, the room would be empty—just me, alone in the silence.

I'd end up like the old man, regardless of how strong or cheerful he is during the day, ending up alone

in old age is truly pitiful."

Harrison's fingertips gently caressed her cheek, "Is this your way of confessing to me?"

"Who's confessing to you?" Roxanne turned her face away, shooting him a glare, "You wish."

Just then, a phone call from Alexander broke the tranquility.

Harrison frowned in annoyance, disconnecting the call.

Alexander promptly followed up with a WhatsApp message: Harrison, it's urgent.