Chapter 273
Roxanne''s words wereced 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 ck shirt was unbuttoned.
His dark suit and trousers were covered in dust, probably from falling over when Alexander couldn''t
support him.
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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!"
Harrisonpletely 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 Ang,
close the door, and don''t wake her up."
If they woke Ang, 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 regr at the gym, and his body was muscr.
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 waspletely 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 wasced 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 n 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 rtionship was extremelyplicated.
Like two mas, she resisted him when they were face to face, but was pulled into his maic 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 nced 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 copsed 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 nket.
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 Ang.
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 Ang, 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 Ang like his own. The guy you were drinking withst night might
be more handsome, but Mr. Dominic is a keeper.”
Even Fiona was ying matchmaker for her and Dominic.
She knew.
Fiona was an excellent nanny, professionally trained and morally upright.
Just like family.
Wanting no secrets, Roxanne openly confessed, “Fiona, the man who was drunkst night is Ang''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 rified, “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 rxed.
Little Ang in her arms was full.
She picked up Ang, gently patting the adorable child’s back.
Once Ang burped, Roxanne handed her over, “Fiona, take Ang for a stroll downstairs. When her
father wakes up, I need to have a word with him.”
“Sure,” Fiona understood, “I''ll bring Ang back after you''re done talking.”
Fiona ced the little one in her stroller.
Before they left, Roxanne stood at the door, bending down to nt a kiss on Ang’s chubby little face.
She watched as Fiona took Ang 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.