The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 29

Harrison just sidled up to Roxanne, but he didn't kiss her.

He bent down, picking up a strand of hair from Roxanne's clothes.

Just a slight move, and Harrison could have kissed her.

But he didn't.

After picking up the hair, he slowly stood up, creating a distance between him and Roxanne.

Then he softly spoke up.

"You had a hair on your clothes."

Roxanne let out a sigh of relief.

She thought Harrison was going to kiss her, which had her on edge.

To avoid awkwardness, she turned around to attend to some customers.

After these customers left, Harrison suddenly asked her, "How many bags do you sell in a day? How

much money do you make? When are you planning to pack up?"

On Saturdays and Sundays, Roxanne had time to set up a stall.

But from Monday to Friday, she had to work and then run the stall until late in the night after work.

As her husband, he promised to help her run the stall.

But this was taking up too much of his time in the long run.

His time was precious.

Being here with her felt like a waste.

He needed to find a way to make her pack up earlier.

Roxanne thought for a moment, "I need to make at least thirty bucks. Today, a lot of people just came

to look and didn't buy anything. I guess it might be because your photos have been circulating on the

university campus network, and they just came to check out the hottie."

Today's business wasn't as good as yesterday's.

Roxanne was a bit disappointed.

Harrison sat back in his chair and took out his phone.

He sent a message to Alexander, “My wife set up a stall at the West Lake Park. Send someone to help

her with her business.”

Alexander thought to himself, wow, Harrison actually set up a stall with this woman?

A street stall?

This was far from his elegant and wealthy lifestyle.

Alexander found it hard to imagine how he could be setting up a stall with his wife in the bustling and

messy Night Fair.

Alexander quickly replied, “Got it; I'll arrange it right away.”

Just like yesterday, Vincent cooked and packed meals for them.

You could tell that Vincent put a lot of effort into cooking.

Roxanne had never seen the fish he fried before; it must have been a good kind of fish.

But Roxanne liked spicy food.

The meals Vincent had been cooking these past few days were all light and nutritious. So light that it

didn't whet her appetite.

Roxanne bought a spicy taco and ate it heartily.

Halfway through her meal, some customers came to try on clothes, and she went to serve them.

Vincent asked, "Harrison, I heard from Alexander that he's about to send someone to help Anne with

her business."

Harrison picked up a small piece of pan-seared deep-sea fish, ate it nonchalantly, and casually

responded.

His demeanor was out of place in this environment.

Vincent quickly reminded him, "Harrison, can you eat faster? Don't be so slow. This isn't a high-end

restaurant; at least adapt to the environment."

Harrison retorted, "Do you want me to eat fast?"

"Even if you don't eat fast, at least don't be so formal. Look at the vendors here; nobody eats like you!"

Harrison continued to eat his pan-seared deep-sea fish leisurely, saying, "I'm not a real small trader; I

don't need to pretend."

Whatever, let it be.

Vincent sighed, "I don't ask too much of you, nor can I really have you fully immersed in Roxanne's life.

I'm happy that at least you now know to take care of your wife and know that sometimes you have to

find someone to help with her business, so she can pack up earlier."

Harrison calmly said, "Who told you that I care about her?"

Care about Roxanne?

Harrison found this idea repellent… annoyingly repellent.

Vincent asked, "You don’t?"

Harrison replied, "President Rodriguez, you must know how much wealth I can create in a minute,

right?"

Vincent didn't say anything.

Harrison continued, "I'm simply saving my own time. But you're asking me to care about a woman I've

been married to for less than half a month? Do you think that's possible?"

Vincent smiled, "Keep insisting on your view then."

Harrison put down his cutlery and calmly said, "I'm stating facts. Did you think that I would like her just

because you arranged for us to get married? She's not my type, just like the pan-seared deep-sea fish

you carefully cooked for Roxanne that cost you hundreds of dollars. She didn't like it at all."

Harrison continued, "She prefers the food from the street corners. President Rodriguez, thank you for

the deep-sea fish. I like it very much. That's the difference between me and Roxanne, but please don't

keep trying to prove that I'm in love with her."

He despised his father's actions.

Vincent's smile grew, asking him, "Aren't you saying one thing but meaning another?"

Harrison replied expressionlessly, "I can't be bothered to argue with you."

He messaged Alexander to hurry him, “Are you done yet?”

Alexander replied, “Almost done.”

“Hurry up.”

“Mr. Harrison, I have two solutions. One is for me to pretend to be a buyer from a company and buy all

your wife's goods. The other is for me to find some people to pretend to be customers. Which one do

you think is better?”

Harrison replied, “The first one.”

“Got it.”

Roxanne sold a 10-dollar dress, sat back down on her stool, and was just about to continue eating

when another customer came to her stall.

It was Alexander.

He pretended to look at the clothes and shoes on Roxanne's stall.

Roxanne continued to eat her taco, not bothering to serve him.

The strong smell of the food made Harrison uncomfortable. Although it wasn't unpleasant, it had the

cheapness of street food.

She actually loved it that much?

He wanted to throw it away.

But despite feeling uncomfortable, Harrison nudged Roxanne, "We've got a customer. Aren't you going

to welcome him?"

"No need to bother." Roxanne glanced at Alexander; he was impeccably dressed and clearly wealthy.

She was certain, "He's not here to buy anything."

Harrison quizzed her, "How do you know?"

Taking a bite of her taco, Roxanne replied, "I just have this hunch he's not here to shop. Can't you feel

something off about him?"

Vincent, intrigued, chimed in, "Oh? You can tell?"

Speaking of vibes, Roxanne scrutinized Harrison and mused, "Harrison, his vibe is so much like yours."

Harrison's close circle would naturally share his vibe.

After a thoughtful look at Harrison, Roxanne sighed, "Harrison, you always seem so high and mighty,

almost detached from the world. Did you ever come to these Night Fairs before you went broke?"

Harrison's response seemed unrelated to the question, "Are you sure you don't want to greet that guy?"

Roxanne was certain, "He won't shop. He's probably just here to look around." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The next moment.

"Shopkeeper, how much for this bag?"

Roxanne was sure Alexander wasn't here to shop, but since he'd asked, she had to get up and attend

to him.

As Harrison's newlywed wife approached, Alexander scrutinized her.

So this was his wife?

There were so many women desperate to marry him; even shining society belles were queuing up for

him, yet they couldn't outshine a simple street vendor?

Alexander was curious about what was so special about this woman that made the chairman of the

Rodriguez family fall head over heels for her enough to marry her.

He kept staring at Roxanne.

"What are you looking at?" Harrison came over, and his sharp eyes landed on Alexander, full of

warning.