The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 273

Roxanne's words were laced with indifference.

But her gaze lingered on the drunken figure of Harrison.

She'd never seen him in such a state.

He was drenched in alcohol, from head to toe.

His usually calm and intelligent eyes were now filled with nothing but pain.

He was still wearing the same suit he had on earlier in the day.

But it was no longer neat.

His black shirt was unbuttoned.

His dark suit and trousers were covered in dust, probably from falling over when Alexander couldn't

support him.

Could he avoid falling when he was this drunk?

He was leaning on Alexander, asking, "Are we at Roxanne's yet?"

Alexander nodded frantically, "Yes, we're here, don't you see?"

"I want to see Roxanne!"

Harrison completely disregarded Alexander.

Even though they were there, he seemed oblivious.

Over and over again, he muttered that he wanted to see Roxanne.

Alexander was at his wits' end, "Roxanne, this is it. He's been making a fuss about seeing you, he

insists on seeing you."

"Roxanne, who is it at this hour? Do you need any help?"

The voice came from Fiona, the nanny, who had just emerged from the baby's room.

She stood in the living room, peering towards the front door.

Roxanne turned around, "It's okay, Fiona. A friend had too much to drink. Keep an eye on Angela,

close the door, and don't wake her up."

If they woke Angela, she would start crying again.

Fiona acknowledged the instruction, noticed the drunken man was male, offered her help if needed,

and then tactfully retreated to her room.

At that moment, Alexander's phone rang.

While answering the call, he took the opportunity to push Harrison towards Roxanne.

"Roxanne, can you help him?"

Harrison, unstable due to his drunkenness, stumbled towards Roxanne.

Despite his lean physique, he was tall and heavy.

He was a regular at the gym, and his body was muscular.

He nearly toppled Roxanne with his weight.

Using all her strength, Roxanne managed to support him.

As Alexander was on the phone, he hurriedly told Roxanne, "Roxanne, Harrison insisted on seeing you

tonight. Can you let him stay for the night? You can kick him out when he sobers up tomorrow."

"Please."

Before he could finish speaking, he'd disappeared.

Roxanne inwardly grumbled, questioning if this was how a good friend should behave.

Harrison was completely wasted in front of her.

He was leaning on Roxanne's shoulder, but he kept calling out for Anne.

Roxanne was too soft-hearted!

She couldn't bear to leave him outside.

She patted him on the shoulder, "I'm here, calm down."

Perhaps it was her voice, but Harrison lifted his head from her shoulder.

"Anne, is that really you?"

His eyes were full of intoxication and pain, and his breath was laced with the smell of alcohol.

Roxanne frowned.

Why had he drunk himself into such a state?

"How much did you drink?"

Harrison looked miserable and in pain, and he chuckled bitterly, "How much I drank, do you even

care?"

There was no reasoning with a drunk man.

She didn't plan on answering Harrison's question.

She lifted Harrison's arm, propped him up, and sternly coaxed him, "Behave yourself. We're going in,

and you're going to bed. No noise. Got it?"

Could a drunk man ever behave?

The small arm supporting his massive figure was gently pulled by him.

He pulled her into his embrace!

Before Roxanne could react, she found herself in Harrison's strong arms.

She was looking up at this man, his eyes full of drunkenness and infatuation.

"Anne, it really is you!!"

"Anne, do you know how much I've missed you?"

He lifted his lips slightly.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, his breath lightly brushed against her cheek.

His strong masculine scent was overwhelming.

Roxanne's calm heart began to ripple.

She knew that they were divorced, and she shouldn't have any strange feelings.

She also knew that Harrison would definitely try to kiss her.

But she couldn't escape.

Their relationship was extremely complicated.

Like two magnets, she resisted him when they were face to face, but was pulled into his magnetic field

when they turned their backs.

Harrison's sexy lips kissed her forcefully.

It seemed like only by kissing her over and over could his heartache be slightly alleviated.

Roxanne bit down hard.

She bit his lip.

Only then did Harrison stop.

He lifted his head, his gaze, and his sexy lips left hers.

"Harrison, sober up."

She pushed him away.

Touching the trace of blood on his lips, Harrison's drunken and painful eyes finally showed a hint of

sobriety.

He glanced at Roxanne, who was wearing her nightgown and overcoat.

He probably realized what had happened.

He took a step back, his eyes filled with regret, "I'm sorry for the disturbance."

Then he turned around, ready to leave.

Perhaps because he was too drunk, he didn't get far before he collapsed like a tree that had been

chopped down.

At least there was a carpet on the floor!

Roxanne couldn't bear to let him lie on the floor, so she struggled to get him back onto the bed.

She didn't mind his dirty clothes.

His shoes, however, were spotless and shiny.

After taking off his shoes, she lifted his legs onto the bed.

She then covered him with a blanket.

Looking at him in such a miserable state, she didn't know what to say.

She sat by the bed, silently, for a long time.

The next morning was clear and crisp.

Roxanne freshened up and fed Angela.

Fiona, the nanny, wanted to ask about Harrison's identity several times, but she never did.

Then, she tactfully asked, "Roxanne, did your drunken friend wake up? Should I prepare some

hangover soup for him?"

"It's not necessary, I've made some porridge. Fiona, after I've finished feeding Angela, can you take her

downstairs for a walk?"

Fiona coaxed, “Roxanne, honestly, Mr. Dominic is a great catch. He was by your side when you were

having the baby, and he treats little Angela like his own. The guy you were drinking with last night might

be more handsome, but Mr. Dominic is a keeper.”

Even Fiona was playing matchmaker for her and Dominic.

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Fiona was an excellent nanny, professionally trained and morally upright.

Just like family.

Wanting no secrets, Roxanne openly confessed, “Fiona, the man who was drunk last night is Angela's

biological father, my ex-husband.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Fiona was genuinely concerned for Mr. Dominic.

If the ex-husband was interfering, how could Mr. Dominic ever stand a chance?

Fiona asked anxiously, “Roxanne, who are you going to choose between your ex-husband and Mr.

Dominic? I believe that Mr. Dominic is someone you can truly depend on. He doesn't sweet-talk, he's

always there for you. You should really consider him.”

Roxanne clarified, “Don't worry Fiona, I've already made up my mind about my ex. There won't be any

reconciliation.”

Fiona seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally relaxed.

Little Angela in her arms was full.

She picked up Angela, gently patting the adorable child’s back.

Once Angela burped, Roxanne handed her over, “Fiona, take Angela for a stroll downstairs. When her

father wakes up, I need to have a word with him.”

“Sure,” Fiona understood, “I'll bring Angela back after you're done talking.”

Fiona placed the little one in her stroller.

Before they left, Roxanne stood at the door, bending down to plant a kiss on Angela’s chubby little face.

She watched as Fiona took Angela into the elevator before turning back.

Entering the room, she looked up.

There stood Harrison, sober now, his eyes regaining their usual wisdom and calmness, yet profound.

So deep they were like whirlpools, filled with her, as if wanting to pull her in.