The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 79

How ordinary can a man be if he's rocking an expensive, world-class watch?

Rich dudes like him are either corporate big shots or company bosses. Their time is literally money,

and they hardly have any to spare for minor issues.

Yet, here was this man, willing to take the time and energy to stand up for Chloe. She was deeply

moved.

At the same time, she admired Alexander's noble character.

Oliver was squealing like a pig under Alexander's firm hand.

Looking at his clean, fierce moves, it was clear he knew his way around a fight.

Oliver had to admit he was beaten.

"Alright, I give up, no more. I can't take it anymore," he pleaded.

Alexander grabbed Oliver's arm and pressed down, asking coldly, "What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have hit a woman. It hurts, really hurts. Just let me go, please."

"So, you know pain? When you hit a woman, didn't you realize she feels pain too? And she's your wife,

someone who has to endure the pain of childbirth, bearing your children, standing by your side through

thick and thin."

The more Alexander thought about it, the angrier he got.

"You don't appreciate her sharing your hardships, and you have the nerve to abuse her? You're the

kind of man who needs a lesson."

Today, Alexander was determined to teach this man a lesson and make him taste a bitter defeat.

He let go of Oliver and landed a few kicks on him.

Those kicks felt bone-breaking. Oliver couldn't even get up.

Alexander went forward again, grabbed his collar, hoisted him up easily, and landed a few more

punches.

Oliver couldn't take it anymore. He slowly slumped against the alley wall, on the verge of tears.

"I've admitted my mistake. What else do you want?"

"You're the type who doesn't even know when you are wrong."

Alexander landed a few more kicks on Oliver.

"Listen, when you marry a woman, you're supposed to cherish and spoil her. I know men like you have

no respect or love for women. But let me warn you, if you dare hit a woman again, I'll drag you out to

international waters on my yacht and feed you to the sharks."

There were no laws against killing in international waters.

Alexander meant what he said. He bent down, grabbed Oliver's collar again, and warned, "Don't think

I'm joking. I'll be watching you."

With that, Alexander made a call.

Suddenly, twenty burly bodyguards in suits appeared in the alley.

They stood before Alexander, nodding in unison, "Mr. Alexander!"

Alexander let go of Oliver, stood up, and pointed at Oliver’s terrified face.

"Keep an eye on this man. If he disrespects, abuses, or hits a woman again, throw him into the sea to

feed the sharks."

The bodyguards nodded in unison and replied, "Understood, Mr. Alexander!"

Alexander took out a key, "Bring me my car."

Chloe looked at the key handed over by the bodyguard.

The key chain had two overlapping Rs.

Double R? What kind of luxury car was this?

Today, Chloe felt like she was living in a romance novel plot—luxury cars, bodyguards, and impressive

martial arts skills.

Was all this really happening to her?

She couldn't believe she was saved by such a powerful man.

At this moment, Alexander looked at Chloe. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was covered

in bruises.

Alexander's eyes were filled with sympathy.

Chloe had been beaten up by this awful man. How cruel.

If she were his wife, he would not only never lay a finger on her, but he would pamper her like a

princess.

This awful man! How could he do this?

Alexander couldn't help but kick Oliver a few more times.

Chloe, standing nearby, didn't feel sorry for him at all. Instead, she felt that someone was finally

standing up for her.

And Alexander's words had resonated with her.

She had endured pain to bear children for Oliver. How could he treat her like this?

The understanding and sympathy from a stranger brought tears to Chloe's eyes.

Seeing this, Alexander took out a tissue from his suit pocket and handed it to Chloe.

Chloe had never used such a tissue before. It had a fresh scent and a sophisticated design. The tissue

looked like a piece of art.

She held it in her hand, feeling reluctant to use it.

Alexander always hated seeing women cry.

But who would cry if they didn't feel pain?

"Wipe your tears."

"Thank you."

After thinking for a while, Alexander added, "If life is darkness, then be your own light. Hang in there!

Everything will get better."

Chloe nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Thank you."

Alexander's words seemed to inject a powerful force into her heart.

She wiped her tears, and her eyes instantly brightened, "Sir, thank you. I will be strong."

Alexander nodded, "I have other things to do. I'll leave first."

After saying that, he turned to his bodyguards and told them to keep an eye on that awful man.

Then, in clean leather shoes, he walked out of the alley.

Chloe hurried after him, "Sir, wait."

"Anything else?" Alexander turned around.

Chloe hesitated, then bit her lip and said, "Sir, would you mind adding me on WhatsApp? I don't mean

anything. It's just that you've helped me a lot. If it's convenient, I'd like to invite you to dinner."

What a fool she was.

How could such a distinguished man be interested in her dinner invitation?

After saying that, Chloe felt a bit self-conscious. "If it's inconvenient, never mind."

Alexander smiled, "Don't worry. There will be plenty of opportunities to have dinner together."

She was Roxanne's best friend. Once Harrison announced his identity, they would have plenty of

opportunities to meet and socialize. There would definitely be opportunities to have dinner together.

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Plenty of opportunities?

Chloe stood there, somewhat puzzled.

Alexander clarified once again, "But adding WhatsApp is a no-go. It's kinda of inconvenient for me. I'm

hitched already, and my wife gets jelly pretty easily."

Chloe immediately said, "I get it; forget about it then."

What a stand-up guy he was.

Not only did he not lay a finger on his wife, but he also turned down adding women on WhatsApp for

her sake.

On top of that, he was loaded, and he was both posh and a total stud.

Men like him were probably as rare as hens' teeth!

Being his wife must be like living on cloud nine.

But Chloe wasn't one to get lost in daydreams.

She didn't fantasize excessively.

Because she knew her own beans, as a plain Jane living at the bottom of the social ladder, marrying an

honest and considerate bloke was already like hitting the jackpot.

Such great guys were only reserved for the leading ladies in novels and TV shows.