The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 309

Evelyn felt not a whisper of shame for her indulgence. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Life was tough enough, and she was dead set on living it up—shallow but merry, avaricious yet lustful.

After all, why not revel in what made her happy?

Besides, Dominic was bound to be hers eventually. Why put on a show for anyone else?

But when she stole that glance.

Holy smokes!

Her usually composed, dignified face flushed to the color of beetroot.

It was her first time laying eyes on that.

Was it his towering height that made everything seem so exaggerated?

One look was all it took for Evelyn to shy away.

She was unexpectedly bashful, covering her eyes in haste.

Having relieved himself, Dominic zipped up and reached out a hand.

"Eve, all done here. Where you at? Could use a hand washing up," he called out, his hand waving in

the air, searching.

"Eve, you still here?"

But Eve's voice was nowhere to be found; she was too busy blushing to even muster a peep.

Evelyn’s mind had already wandered off, filled with images not quite suitable for a lady of her stature.

Evelyn, rapidly approaching her thirties, was still a virgin, her curiosity untamed as a cat's.

To the outside world, she was President Miller, a paragon of poise and acumen.

But it was all a front.

At nineteen, she was thrust into the role of family CEO, a role she had no choice but to accept.

When she was nineteen, she was pushed onto the stage, forced to take over the family business.

She longed simply to be an ordinary girl, to fall head over heels in love.

But fate had different plans from the moment she was born—plans that involved carrying burdens an

ordinary girl could not.

She had never been in a relationship. No wonder she was blushing.

Assuming she'd left, Dominic called out again, "Eve, you there?"

"Oh, yeah, here! Sorry about that," Evelyn's voice came out artificially deep, "Got caught up replying to

a text. Let me help you out."

Her delicate, pale hand reached for his, gripping firmly.

Dominic was her endgame, the one she would catch no matter what.

One day, she would always hold his hand, grow old with him, and never let go.

"Eve," Dominic asked, "how long have you been a caregiver?"

"Don't you worry, Dominic. I've got this. Been in the biz for three years now. I'll take good care of you,"

Evelyn maintained her ruse, her voice husky.

Dominic didn't respond, but his brow furrowed in thought.

A caregiver with three years under his belt shouldn't have such soft hands, he mused. They felt more

like a young woman's, pleasant to the touch.

He didn't dare hold on any longer—her silky skin was sending tingles straight to his heart.

Once at the bedside, Dominic let go. "Thanks, Eve."

"No need to be formal, Dominic. We're practically family," Evelyn replied, still in her feigned deep voice,

"I'll bunk next to you tonight. Wake me up if you need anything."

Blind to the world, Dominic could only sense darkness. "Is there a cot?"

"Yep. Right here. Super convenient."

"Hope it's comfy enough."

"Don't worry about me. It makes it easier to look after you."

"Thanks."

"Ah, it's nothing. We're all family here," she thought to herself, knowing that sooner or later, they indeed

would be.

Once Dominic settled in, Evelyn tucked him in lovingly and turned to the cot.

In the still of the night, she lay there, her gaze fixed on Dominic's resting face.

Her first night by his side.

She watched his chest rise and fall with each breath, his profile etched against the night.

Time seemed to pause.

Her soul felt nourished by the warmth of the moment.

How wonderful it felt!

After ten years of unrequited love, never once catching Dominic's eye, this moment alone was a

treasure.

There she was, a corporate titan, an heiress to the Seraphim Haven fortune, curled up on a small cot,

her feet unable to stretch out.

It wasn't as large or as soft as her own bed, and it was uncomfortable in every way.

Yet, this was the happiest night of her life.

She had cared for Dominic, willingly enduring hardship for days on end.

Then suddenly, Dominic mentioned a glimmer of light.

Panicked, Evelyn pulled Roxanne aside when she visited the hospital.

"Roxanne, Dominic might see again soon. The swelling from the surgery's going down, and he might

regain his vision. I can't let him find out I've been the one caring for him all this time. That'd be a

disaster."

Roxanne, seeing the desperation on Evelyn's face, reassured her, "It's good news. He'll be grateful. It

might even bring you two closer."

Evelyn was beside herself. "No, we can't let him know. He's recovering from brain surgery. Any shock

could set him back."

She couldn't risk any setbacks now that Dominic was recovering.

After a pause, Evelyn suggested, "Tell Dominic that there's something urgent at home, and you need to

change the caregiver for him. I'll take off first, okay?"

Roxanne envied Evelyn's pure, selfless love for Dominic, always putting him first, always the one to

make sacrifices.

After some thought, Roxanne proposed, "When you think the time's right, you can tell him yourself. Or

I'll break it to him once he's recovered."

"Don't," Evelyn pleaded, "Please, don't tell Dominic."

Confused, Roxanne frowned, "Why not?"

Evelyn was adamant. "I don't want his gratitude. I haven't done anything special. I don't want to seem

like I'm fishing for credit."

A fortnight later, Dominic recovered.

The day had finally come when Harrison himself drove to the hospital to pick up Dominic, who had

been discharged after a full recovery.

With a fresh buzz cut crowning his head, Dominic looked surprisingly good. Not every guy can pull off

the buzzed look, but Dominic looked sharp, the short style accentuating his masculine features rather

than detracting from them.

"You're looking sharp, man," Harrison commented, giving Dominic a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"You didn't have to come pick me up yourself, you know? I hope I'm not holding you up," Dominic said,

his tone polite but tinged with sincerity.

"Come on, we're practically brothers. No need for formalities."

"Since when did I become your brother?"

"What, would you prefer to go back to being my rival in love?" Harrison suddenly treating Dominic like a

brother made Dominic feel a bit uncomfortable.

Even more unexpected was Harrison’s embrace—a warm, gentlemanly hug that came out of nowhere,

complete with a firm pat on the back.

"Congrats on getting out of here! Take care of yourself from now on."

Dominic felt a strength in that embrace that tightened his back muscles. As an orphan, he'd never had

siblings, nor had he experienced this kind of brotherly well-wishing or encouragement.

A twinge of emotion tickled his nose as he looked at Harrison, who had stepped back, with a furrowed

brow. "Harrison, I'm really not used to you being this friendly all of a sudden. You're not buttering me up

for a favor, are you?"

"There is actually something I was hoping you could help me with. Let's talk about it in the car, out of

Roxanne's earshot."

"The true colors of a businessman—always up with the dawn if there's a profit to be made."

Now that Dominic was out and about again, it was time to put Harrison's grand scheme into motion—a

plan to win back his wife.