The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 72

Roxanne cast a sidelong glance at Harrison.

"Harrison, why do you eat at home like you're at a French restaurant?"

Maybe she was used to Harrison always being so refined and polite, regardless of what he was eating,

so she didn't notice if there was anything off about his straight posture.

She certainly didn't know about Harrison's inner turmoil.

Harrison tasted the food casually. "It's too hot. You must eat it slowly."

After everyone finished eating, the delivery guy from the restaurant tidied up the place a bit.

After resting for a while, Harrison and Roxanne left.

Chloe's house was not far from the place Roxanne was renting, just a leisurely ten-minute walk.

They decided to walk off their meal, so they strolled slowly back home.

Harrison kept thinking about the conversation between Roxanne and Chloe during dinner about the

richest man in Seraphim Haven.

He seemed a bit distracted.

Roxanne chatted with him while walking, but he didn't respond.

"Harrison, what's on your mind?"

Roxanne stopped, looking at him.

He also stopped, turned around, and looked straight at Roxanne. "What would you do if I had

something I didn’t tell you?"

He asked that without any hesitation.

Roxanne frowned.

Why did he suddenly ask that question?

She guessed, "Are you saying you're broke, owe a lot of debt outside, and want me to help you pay it

off?"

"No, that's not it." Harrison answered.

"Not that?" Roxanne really couldn't guess. "What else could you be hiding from me?"

That's impossible.

Harrison didn't seem like the kind of person who would lie.

Roxanne was sure of it.

Because on the first day of their marriage, he told her that he was bankrupt, had nothing, nowhere to

live, and needed her help.

If he could be that honest on the first day of their marriage, what bigger thing could he be hiding from

her?

She didn't believe it, "How could you lie to me? You're so honest."

What exactly made her think that he was honest?

Harrison didn't know why Roxanne thought he was honest.

He furrowed his brows.

What would happen if his image as an honest man collapsed in front of Roxanne?

Would she be angry at him?

Neglect him?

Or divorce him?

Harrison didn’t dare to think further and asked again, "I mean, hypothetically, what would you do if you

found out I lied to you?"

Thinking about that question, Roxanne answered seriously.

"For a marriage to last, in addition to mutual support and equal treatment, the most important thing is

for both sides to be honest with each other."

"If one side lies, and it's just small issues,I wouldn't mind too much."

She continued, "But if it's a fundamental issue, then it could affect our marriage."

Harrison quickly asked, "What's a fundamental issue? Like what?"

"Why do you keep asking me this?" Roxanne countered. "Are you really hiding something from me?"

"No." Harrison seemed a bit guilty.

Roxanne continued to walk forward, "Good, such issues don't have specific examples; you only know

when they actually happen. So, I can't give you an answer."

Harrison's brow furrowed even further.

“Alright, let's not talk about this anymore.” he seemed to have thought.

…

At Chloe's house.

When Oliver and Charlotte came back from dinner, Chloe was already preparing for bed after a shower.

Amelia, Aria, and Austin were all in bed already.

Ever since Amelia had come over, she took great care of the two kids. Austin didn’t even need to be

fed at night or have Chloe by his side.

Oliver returned to the bedroom.

He and Chloe had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time.

Seeing him, Chloe felt nervous. That man, who hadn't come into the bedroom for a long time, suddenly

showed up. He couldn't be wanting to sleep with her, could he?

She found the idea of sleeping with Oliver revolting, so she coldly said, "What are you doing here? Get

out."

"Why should I get out? This is my room."

Oliver, holding a shirt, walked over to Chloe.

"Iron this shirt for me; I need to wear it to meet a client tomorrow."

Chloe looked at him coldly and said, "From now on, you sleep in the guest room; we each sleep in our

own. And wash, hang, and iron your own clothes. Don't act like a chauvinist, expecting me to do

everything for you. I have no obligation to do these things."

That day was Chloe's birthday, and Roxanne came to support her, which made Oliver very

uncomfortable.

After Chloe refused to iron his shirt, he immediately became fierce.

He threw the shirt in his hand at Chloe's face.

"Which wife doesn't do housework or work? If you don't iron this shirt for me today, watch out; I might

hit you."

Chloe removed the shirt from her face.

Just touching Oliver's clothes made her feel sick.

"Even if you kill me today, I won't serve you like I used to."

She threw the shirt on the ground and went to the living room to have a glass of water.

Before she finished her water, Oliver stormed out, grabbed her hair, and violently smashed her against

the wall a few times.

Oliver had wanted to hit her for a while.

His anger didn't lessen, "You damn woman!"

Chloe was momentarily dazed and took a few seconds to react, her head ringing.

She was held by Oliver from behind by her hair and couldn't fight back due to the disparity in strength.

But once she recovered, she grabbed anything she could and hit the man with it.

Dare to hit her?

She had suffered too much in her marriage, but she couldn't tolerate domestic violence.

If she didn't fight back, then she could only be beaten.

Even after she fought back, Oliver hit her even harder, throttling her neck and pinning her to the

ground.

His fists rained down like a hailstorm.

Chloe was not one to back down; she grabbed whatever she could and hit the man back.

The two of them fought, and the scene was chaotic.

The sounds of a scuffle quickly drew Charlotte, Amelia, and a sleeping Aria over.

Amelia, cradling Austin in her arms, couldn't step in to break up the fight, so she sent Charlotte to do it

instead.

Charlotte, however, said, "Good; bitches like her deserve a beating."

Aria was screaming loudly, begging her father to stop hitting her mother, "Dad, stop hitting mom. I beg

you, please don't hit her anymore."

Her heart was filled with pain, as if it were about to shatter.

Oliver, the father who was always in a foul mood, didn't hear his daughter's anguished cries at all. He

was busy throwing punches and kicks at Chloe.

Aria was terrified.

What if her mom got beaten to death by her dad?

Then she wouldn't have a mom anymore.

Even though her parents' argument was extremely heated, Aria still tried to stop her father.

Oliver, however, pushed her away firmly.

After pushing his daughter away, Oliver continued to attack Chloe.

Seeing her daughter knocked to the ground, Chloe, not caring about herself, immediately picked her

daughter up.

By then, Oliver had lost all rationality, his eyes red from rage, cursing and hitting at the same time.

"You ungrateful woman, I feed you; I let you be a stay-at-home wife. But you're not satisfied. You want

to work outside, you don't cook, you don't do household chores, and you dare to talk back. If I don't

beat you today, I'm not man enough."

"Dad, stop hitting mom." Aria shielded her mother with her own body.

"Get out of the way." Oliver, out of his mind with rage, pushed Aria away and snapped, "If you keep

protecting your mom, I'll hit you too."

Chloe just wanted to protect her daughter, using her arms and body to block several of Oliver's

punches, "Aria, run away; listen to your mom."

Aria hugged her tightly and said, "I won't let go. Mom, dad's going to beat you to death."

Aria didn't let go. Even though she had already been hit several times, she still used her body to protect

her mother.

Her little face, full of tears, was filled with despair, helplessness, and fear.

Chloe, who was holding her daughter tightly, felt as if her heart was about to break.