The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 255

She pleaded with Harrison, her voice barely above a whisper.

She hoped that by telling him about her pregnancy, he would surely change his mind.

Even if he was cold-hearted, he wouldn't abandon his own child, would he?

"Harrison, please?"

She grabbed at his shirt sleeve, begging him.

"Harrison, say something."

"Please don't ignore me, I'm scared."

Harrison's gaze fell on her face, slowly moving down to her still flat abdomen.

A place where a new life was beginning to form.

His once cold and indifferent expression seemed to soften, revealing a mixture of complex emotions.

A flicker of hope sparked in Roxanne's heart.

She knew that once Harrison learned about the baby's existence, he wouldn't have the heart to leave

her.

He wasn't that heartless.

She loved Harrison.

She needed to be brave, push down all her feelings of inferiority, and fight for her own happiness.

"Harrison, the baby and I can't be without you. We can find another away to make amends for Nora.

We can do it together, okay?"

"Don't leave me!"

Harrison didn't say anything.

"Harrison!" She wanted to bury herself in his arms, to have him hold her tight.

Perhaps it was her pregnancy making her more emotional, she felt herself so fragile.

Tears welled up on her face.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"You need to be more careful when you're pregnant."

Harrison quickly fetched a pair of slippers from the shoe rack near the entrance.

He bent down, gently patting her bare feet.

"Lift your foot, put on these slippers."

Standing on the carpet, Roxanne began to laugh and then cry.

And then, her laughter turned into sobs.

After she put on her slippers, Harrison stood up, and effortlessly picked her up, despite his evident

exhaustion.

"Let's go upstairs and get some rest."

Roxanne buried herself in his arms, sobbing grievously.

She wanted to lift her arms to hold onto his neck, to ask him if he was going to leave her again, but she

didn’t dare to ask.

Her hand remained frozen in mid-air, unable to reach out to him.

And so, he carried her back to their bedroom upstairs.

He carefully placed her on the bed.

He pulled the blanket over her.

She sniffled, looking at him with a plaintive expression, "Harrison, I'm really pregnant. I'm not lying to

you. I bought three pregnancy test kits yesterday, and I tested three times, all of them showing two

lines. I'm truly pregnant."

"I never doubted you." Harrison rubbed his head, "Just get some rest for now, okay?"

He tried to withdraw his hand.

Roxanne quickly grabbed his arm, "Aren't you going to get some rest with me?"

"I need to make a phone call." Harrison rubbed her head again.

She looked at him with fear in her eyes, "Will you come back after you make the phone call?"

"Get some rest first." The hand that had been gently rubbing her head landed on her cheek, gently

stroking it as if to comfort her, "I haven't showered in six days, and I stink."

She held onto his hand tightly, pressing it against her cheek, "Will you come back to sleep with me after

you’ve showered?"

Roxanne didn't know what was happening to her.

Was it the pregnancy making her more emotional, or was it the fear of losing him once he walked

away?

She didn't know.

Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

All she knew was that the more fearful she felt, the more she wanted him to stay by her side.

Harrison simply replied, "Alright, I'll be back in a bit."

His voice was gentle.

A stark contrast to the coldness he had shown when he said they couldn't get back together.

Even though his extreme shifts in demeanor,left her deeply worried and lacking a sense of security, she

chose to believe in him.

"Harrison, you won’t leave me again, will you?"

"I need to make a phone call first, then take a shower."

Harrison didn't dare to answer her question directly.

He got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Roxanne had no idea who he was going to call.

And when he came back after his call, she didn't ask.

The twenty minutes he spent in the shower felt long and torturous.

Finally, he returned after drying his hair and laid down next to her.

She nestled into his embrace.

She wanted to stay in his embrace, doing nothing else but just staying there quietly.

She didn't dare to ask the unanswered question from earlier.

"Get some sleep." He gently rubbed her head, held her waist, and closed his eyes.

After about half an hour, he noticed her breathing had become light and shallow, thinking she had fallen

asleep.

He carefully removed her hand from his body.

Then, he got up quietly.

As Harrison walked out and closed the door gently, Roxanne finally opened her eyes.

In the middle of the night, Dr. Maxwell hurried over.

Upon seeing Harrison, he nodded, "Mr. Harrison!"

Harrison made a hand gesture to signal Dr. Maxwell to sit, and he took a seat on the living room sofa

as well.

Dr. Maxwell took a seat, asking, "Mr. Harrison, why did you call me over so late? Is someone sick?"

"No one's sick." Harrison's mood was heavy, "I need you to arrange a surgery for tomorrow?"

Dr. Maxwell frowned, "What kind of surgery is so urgent? Is it for your father?"

"It's not for my father." Harrison said, "It's for Roxanne. She's pregnant."

Dr. Maxwell looked confused, "Mr. Harrison, what do you mean? You're not suggesting a termination,

are you?"

Dr. Maxwell was a middle-aged doctor.

Despite his graying hair, he was still full of vitality and his voice strong and clear.

He lowered his voice as he didn’t want Roxanne upstairs to hear, "Mr. Harrison, why would you want

your wife to undergo a termination?"

Harrison replied, "Just arrange it. Don't ask further."

Roxanne, who had quietly followed them downstairs, heard the entire conversation clearly.

It felt like the sky had fallen.

Suddenly, she felt unsteady.

Her body broke out in a cold sweat.

She couldn’t hear anything else of what Dr. Maxwell and Harrison were saying.

All she could focus on was that Harrison wanted to terminate her pregnancy!

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Seeing Harrison getting up to see Dr. Maxwell off, Roxanne quickly returned to the bedroom and lay

down.

She pretended as if she hadn’t heard anything.

Her breathing remained shallow, steady, and even, making it seem like she was asleep.

But she didn't sleep a wink that night.

Around six in the morning, she could sense every sound Harrison made as he got up.

But she continued to pretend to be asleep.

By eight o’clock, Harrison came back to the bedroom.

Hearing the door open, Roxanne pretended to wake up, sitting up against the headboard and gazing at

him with a complex expression.

She wanted to see if Harrison would tell her that he decided to terminate her pregnancy, or if he

intended to do it without her knowing.

She didn’t say anything.

Harrison sat at the edge of the bed, “Roxanne, we need to talk.”

“Hmm.” She looked at him silently.

“If the child is born into a single-parent family, it would be highly irresponsible. You wouldn’t want our

child to grow up in a broken family, would you.”

“Harrison, should I be thankful that you at least informed me about your decision to terminate this

baby?”

“It’s not about informing, it's about notifying you.”

“Harrison, how could you be so heartless?”

“Anne, being a single mom will be very challenging. Besides, you might get married someday.” As he

spoke the last sentence, Harrison wished he could punish himself.