The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 157

That was so funny that it hurt. She was divorced from Mr. Alexander and still called him honey? Didn't

Hazel feel embarrassed?

Chloe just thought Hazel was shameless. When Hazel said she was not a good person, she didn't even

blink.

But Alexander heard it loud and clear. He used to think Hazel was gentle and kind, a moral woman. But

then her true colors were showing.

He thought she was a hypocrite! Maybe her kindness and gentleness were all fake?

He was so disappointed that he scoffed at Hazel, "Hazel, how come I never realized you're so trashy?"

Hazel did something wrong and didn't admit it, and she had the nerve to criticize others?

He didn't have much to do with Chloe; they only got to know each other because of business

collaboration.

They had only met a few times, but he thought Chloe was a great woman.

She was loyal to her marriage, faithful to her husband, and friendly to her friends.

Even after a divorce for her child's sake, she still lived strong.

She was so much better than Hazel; it was not even close.

He looked at Hazel with disappointment and annoyance and said, "Chloe is my friend; please show

some respect."

Chloe, next to him, was shocked. She just remembered that Hazel just called her "not a good person".

She didn't expect Alexander to stand up for her. She felt warm inside.

But Hazel was very upset. She was crying her eyes out, looking at Alexander.

"You're being so mean to me for a woman who's been divorced, had a child, and has spots on her

face? You've never been mean to me."

Her tears were like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. Hazel wanted to use her tears to make

Alexander feel sorry for her.

But the Alexander then was not the Alexander from before. He chuckled.

Not sure if he was laughing at his own foolishness, or at Hazel, or maybe both.

She was a great actor.

And he was so dumb; that was why he was spun around by her.

He used to think Hazel was like him, a person of good upbringing who respected everyone.

Where was the respect in Hazel's words?

He scoffed and asked, "So Chloe is a slut because she got divorced? What about you? You also got

divorced, and you were the one who initiated it. Aren't you a slut? Where did your respect for others

go? Were you faking it all along?"

"I..." Hazel was speechless. Then she looked at Chloe in her cheap clothes and rallies. She was about

to cry; her tears were coming fast.

She was a better actor than most. She thought she could win Alexander's sympathy that way. Her plan

was not going as expected.

Alexander was very rational and clear-headed. He wasn’t going to show any tenderness or care for that

woman again.

He said straightforwardly, "You're right, Chloe is divorced, has a child, has spots on her face, and she

does wear cheap clothes..."

Chloe, next to him, felt a bit sad. What Hazel said was true. She really was as Hazel described, and her

status was rather low.

But the next moment, Alexander's words made Chloe feel very proud.

Alexander said, "Hazel, you're just naturally pretty, and you have your parents' excellent background,

which makes you think you're better than everyone. Without your parents, you're nothing. You're not

even as good as Chloe, not even as good as one of her fingers.

Chloe is a woman who takes responsibility for her marriage, friendship, and children. She was forced to

get divorced because her marriage was unfortunate. And you, do you know why we got divorced?

Those dirty and disgusting things you did, I'm too embarrassed to mention."

The more he thought about it, the angrier Alexander got. He couldn't forget the disgusting things Hazel

did. He felt deeply humiliated.

Chloe, next to him, didn't know if it was the words that touched her heart or what. Chloe suddenly felt

like she wanted to cry.

Yes, she was only forced to get divorced because her marriage was unfortunate.

Otherwise, why would she be called a slut?

She thought Mr. Alexander's worldview was very positive. He could understand her difficulties and also

recognize her value.

Unlike Hazel, who used to pretend to be gentle and kind, it was all fake.

"Mr. Alexander, thank you for defending me." She wiped her nose, feeling a mixture of emotions. She

couldn't control her tears, "I didn't expect you to understand me so well."

Alexander thought of his sister.

His sister, too, had experienced a failed marriage and many difficulties.

Seeing the tears in Chloe's eyes, he suddenly felt very heartbroken.

Maybe it was because she reminded him of his sister.

They were both good women, but they met bad men.

He comforted her, "Don't take to heart what unimportant people say."

"Thank you!" Chloe comforted him too, "Mr. Alexander, since you decided to divorce, don't get angry or This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

sad for someone not worth it. You deserve a better woman."

"Chloe, what do you mean?" Alexander comforting Chloe made Hazel jealous. She was even more

upset then. "Chloe, are you trying to prevent us from reconciling?"

Alexander frowned deeply, "No one needs to prevent anything. I will never reconcile with you."

"Husband, you, you..." Hazel was heartbroken, "When did you become so mean for such a lousy

woman? She's so rude to me. You never allowed any other women in your life but me."

Alexander clenched his jaw, "That was in the past, the past you never appreciated."

Someone who never appreciated him.

Why couldn't he let go wisely?

"I..." Hazel started crying again, "Darling, I've said I will change. What else do you want?"

Alexander refuted sternly, "Don't call me darling."

Hazel cried even harder.

Chloe next door wasn't looking to stir the pot any further.

After all, Hazel had let her green-eyed monster out of the bag, clearly showing she wasn't one to mess

with.

Chloe didn't want Hazel to get the wrong idea about her relationship with Mr. Alexander.

Truth be told, there was nothing going on. But if things kept up that way, Chloe worried Hazel might

come after her.

Living on the upper crust, Hazel could easily make Chloe's life a living hell.

As a working-class gal, Chloe had more than enough on her plate and figured it would be best to avoid

trouble.

Chloe took the initiative and excused herself, "Mr. Alexander, I must head back to look after my kids.

You just got over a fever, take good care of yourself. I'll be on my way now."

"Alright," Alexander nodded, advising, "You got caught in the rain. Make sure you take some cold

medicine when you get back. I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Thanks!" Chloe flashed a smile, then hopped into her red Porsche and zoomed off.

Watching Alexander's gaze follow Chloe, Hazel glared jealously, "Darling, you wouldn't possibly be

interested in such an ordinary woman, would you? She doesn't have a bombshell figure or a pretty

face, and she's even had a kid. She's definitely not as young and lively as me. You're interested in this

kind of woman?"

"You can really spit out such derogatory and mocking words?" Alexander frowned.

He had never imagined that the woman he thought was gentle and kind would become so venomous

before their divorce. He had totally misjudged her.

No, it was his delusion that had blinded him.

Perhaps because he felt a discrepancy between his past and present image.

Hazel was left speechless.

Then Hazel suddenly found her backbone and asked, "Am I not stating the truth? You're Alexander.

You're rich, powerful, and handsome. You could have any woman you want; why would you be

interested in a divorced woman raising a child on her own?"

Alexander scoffed, "You've painted me to be such a great guy, but you never appreciated me."

Hazel struggled to speak, "I ..."

Alexander continued, "Also, Chloe's fate is similar to my sister's. I feel a kinship with her and admire

her strength despite her tough life. Don't go making trouble for her out of jealousy."

Hazel asked, "You're actually protecting her?"

Alexander responded, "From now on, I don't want to see you at Grandeur Meadows. I'll give you the

house at Bayview Villa, please don't come to my house to bother me."

Alexander didn't want to waste any more words with her.

As he turned to leave, he didn't glance at her, walking away resolutely.

Hazel quickly caught up and grabbed his sleeve.

"Darling, I really know I was wrong. I want to come home. Give me another chance. I didn't stop loving

you. I just lost my way..."

"Let go!" Alexander shook her off forcefully.

She lost her balance and fell to the ground due to the force.

Maybe out of habit, Alexander instinctively wanted to help her up.

But he quickly realized he couldn't keep doing that.

He would never let a woman who didn't appreciate him stay in his heart again.

"Hazel, if you dare to follow me into the villa, I'll call the police. I'll sue you for trespassing. I mean what

I say."

Hazel didn't follow him that time.

She sat on the ground in distress.

Alexander's retreating figure exuded an air of finality, making her realize her mistakes.

What a great man he was!

It was all her fault for not knowing how to appreciate him, which had driven him away.

She wanted to make up for it and save their relationship, but did she still have a chance?

That night, Harrison returned in the moonlight of autumn.

Anthony was driving the Rolls Royce; the car hadn't even stopped. Harrison, eager to see his wife, had

already opened the car door.

Anthony looked back and reminded him, "Mr. Harrison, be careful."

Harrison stepped out of the car and said, "Drive the car back. Don't let Roxanne see it."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was already striding away.

Back at Roxanne's new place, the living room lights were on, but there was no sign of her.

Harrison went back to the bedroom and saw Roxanne, fresh from a bath, brushing her teeth at the sink.

Harrison walked over and wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

She was really too skinny.

Holding her, he felt as if he could break her waist if he applied too much pressure.

No wonder Grandpa insisted that she put on some weight and be healthier before getting pregnant.

Otherwise, with her frailty and poor health, she was not in a suitable condition for childbirth.

Harrison leaned down to kiss her earlobe.

Her earlobe felt ticklish under his kiss.

Harrison was well aware of her sensitive spots then.

"Harrison." Roxanne, who had been brushing her teeth, paused and shot him a glare through the

mirror, "I'm brushing my teeth; stop messing around."

He blew a hot breath against her neck, "I have been missing you all day!"

Roxanne, who had been brushing her teeth for quite a while, quickly rinsed her mouth, put down her

toothbrush and cup, and turned around to look at him.

Something was off!

"Harrison," she raised an eyebrow and said, "Just yesterday, you were tossing and turning over Alex's

marital issues!"

"That was yesterday's news."

"So, what happened today? Did Alex's issue get resolved, and he's feeling better? So, you're also

relaxed?"

"Yes." Harrison wiped off the foam left on her lips from brushing, "You guessed right. Alex divorced his

wife. He's back to being single and free again."

Roxanne was surprised, "Really? What a coincidence!"

Harrison pretended to be clueless, "What's so coincidental?"

Roxanne said, "Mr. Alexander also got a divorce. Today, when Chloe went to update her information,

she happened to run into Mr. Alexander, who had just completed his divorce proceedings."

She relayed what Chloe had told her to Harrison.

Harrison, a natural-born liar, acted like a seasoned actor, "That really is a coincidence. So coincidental

that I suspect Alex and Mr. Alexander might be the same person."

Roxanne said, "Yeah, if I didn't know you better, I might think Alex and Mr. Alexander are one and the

same."

Harrison lightly touched her nose, "If I were pals with the VP of Rodriguez Group, do you really think I'd

let you bust your hump doing business every day?"

Roxanne said sternly, "Even if you really were buddies with the VP of Rodriguez Group, even if you

were loaded, I wouldn't stop working to become a housewife."

"Don't you want to take it easy?" Harrison's hand was still on her waist.

They had a little chit-chat in the bathroom.

Roxanne said seriously, "Women need to be financially independent to have a say in the family."

Harrison also said seriously, "I’m not Oliver. Even if you didn't work, I wouldn’t look down on you like he

did.”

“Give it a rest.” Roxanne pushed him away, walked out of the bathroom, and went back to the

bedroom, "Guys always say that, but when women really stop working, things get totally different.

Women who are always mooching off men end up wearing out their welcome. No matter if you have

money or not, I want to earn my own bread."

She couldn’t lose her ability to rake in the dough. No matter how credible Harrison was, she wanted to

earn her own keep. Only being financially independent would make her truly independent.

Harrison returned to the bedroom, looking a bit troubled.

He asked, "If you got pregnant and I wanted you to quit and rest at home, what would you do?"

"I could still work and earn money even if I was pregnant." Roxanne sat at the bedside table, ripped

open a facial mask, and started her skincare routine, "Many women only start their maternity leave

when they're about to give birth."

Harrison sat across from her and said, "But I don't want you to work so hard."

"That's not hard; it's fulfilling." Roxanne put the mask on her face and gently patted it, "If I had nothing

to do, I'd go stir crazy."

He wanted her to live a leisurely, high-society life at home.

Seeing how much she loved working, it seemed impossible to persuade her.

That was a real head-scratcher for Harrison.

He needed to figure out how to make her take it easy if she got pregnant.

He hugged her from behind and rested his head on the back of hers, "Anne, you're always breaking my

heart."

If she hadn't been abandoned as a child, how could she have such a fighting spirit? She must think that

only earning her own money could give her a sense of security. He knew what was really on her mind.

Hugging her soft body, Harrison slowly closed his eyes, kissed her ear, and slipped his hand under her

shirt.

"Harrison, I'm in the middle of a facial." She grabbed his hand.

"No worries." Harrison kissed her cute earlobe again, "Can we try it from behind today?"