The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 116

Harrison couldn't handle Roxanne's fervor and initiative.

He felt a rush of blood to his lower abdomen.

Taking a sharp intake of breath,

As he exhaled, his hot breath blasted on Roxanne's face, heavy with the scent of masculine hormones. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Seeing his strong reaction, Roxanne chuckled mischievously.

"Harrison, you're so easy to fluster!"

He was such an innocent man. She simply teased him a little, and his body tensed up instantly.

"If you keep teasing me like this, we're bound to do something."

Harrison wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

His palm was full of masculine strength yet incredibly gentle.

He had no idea when his firm resolve crumbled under her.

His reason was now under her control.

He was on the verge of losing control.

"It's okay." Roxanne laughed mischievously again, "After all, I'm ready. I have decided to spend the rest

of my life with you. My body is yours, sooner or later. But what about you, Harrison, are you ready?"

Her nose lightly bumped against Harrison's.

They were close, their breaths mingling, hot as fire.

Roxanne still had that mischievous smile on her face.

But Harrison was about to lose his sanity, his voice hoarse, "Roxanne, not tonight."

Roxanne lowered her head.

Her hand, dangling around his neck, landed on the buttons of his pajamas.

She lightly tapped, as if to tap open his heart.

"Are you sure, not tonight?"

"Roxanne, give me some more time." He kissed her forehead deeply.

Lifting her head, she chuckled mischievously, "Tonight, you really don't want to sleep with me?"

"I want to." He was resolute, "But I can't."

"Alright then." Roxanne took a step back, smiling sweetly at him, "Good night."

She turned and went into the bedroom, gently closing the door.

She didn't give Harrison any chance to change his mind.

Leaning against the door, Roxanne felt like she was about to die of embarrassment.

She had been too forward, too unrestrained, too bold.

But seeing Harrison's flustered look, she found it amusing!

After all, he was her husband.

She could tease him if she wanted to.

No one could interfere.

Now her relationship with Harrison was going well.

She liked this natural progression.

After snuggling into bed, Roxanne was in a good mood.

That night, she slept well.

She thought she could sleep till dawn.

But after a beautiful dream, she entered a nightmare.

She had always been a vivid dreamer since childhood.

Maybe it was because she didn't have enough to eat as a child and was poorly nourished, or maybe it's

because she never felt secure, and therefore, she had a lot of dreams.

In the middle of the night, she cried out.

"Mom, can't you take me with you? Mom, please, take me with you."

"I can't afford to raise you, don't follow me."

"Mom, I don't eat much, I'm sure you can afford to raise me, please take me with you."

"How can I remarry if you keep following me? Get lost."

"Mom! Mom!! Mom…"

She couldn't see her mother's face clearly.

So many years had passed, she could no longer remember her mother's face.

The only clear memory was that her mother heartlessly kicked her away and left her in the heavy snow

that day.

It was very cold!

After being kicked away, she fell to the ground, hit a stone, and bled a lot.

The bright red blood stained the snow.

When she woke up, Roxanne realized that she was drenched in cold sweat in the warm room.

It had been a long time since she had woken up from a nightmare crying in the middle of the night.

She couldn't remember how long it had been.

Since marrying Harrison, she had only had one nightmare of being abandoned by her parents, and

never again.

She thought that having Harrison with her could heal the shadows of her childhood.

But that wasn't the case.

The saying didn't lie to her:

Lucky people use their childhood to heal their lives, unlucky people use their lives to heal their

childhood.

And she was the latter.

"Roxanne!! Roxanne, are you okay? Roxanne, open the door."

Outside, Harrison was knocking on the door vigorously.

Roxanne wiped the tears from her dream-soaked eyes, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to

open the door.

"Roxanne, are you okay?"

Harrison looked at her, his eyes full of worry.

There were no lights on in the room.

The light from the hallway shone on her teary eyes.

Her eyes were red, like a rabbit's.

Harrison felt a pang of heartache,

"I heard you crying, calling for mom."

"I'm fine." Roxanne smiled, "I just had a nightmare."

She shouldn't keep dwelling on her childhood.

After all, she had Harrison now.

"Harrison, I really want to hug you."

Harrison held her tightly without hesitation.

He held her slender body tightly.

His strength was just right, firm but not painful.

"Harrison, thank you."

She leaned against his chest, her head on his shoulder.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for being in my life."

"Silly girl."

He gently tousled her hair, feeling incredibly heartbroken.

If anyone should be thanked, it should be him thanking her.

It was her presence in his life that let him taste the flavor of love.

She made this workaholic, who only knew about work, yearn for a home, come down from his high

place, and truly feel this world.

Otherwise, he'd still be that desireless workaholic.

No wonder his father was worried about him.

"I'll stay with you tonight." Harrison still held her.

She lifted her head, "Are you willing to put down your pride and sleep with me?"

"I can sleep with you." Harrison replied.

"Weren't you saying it's not the time yet?"

"What are you thinking?" Harrison gently tapped her head, "I'm a rational person, I won't do anything

excessive."

"You're too rational."

"I just fear that you'll have nightmares and feel upset, I just want to hold you."

"Okay, let's sleep together."

She took his hand and they went back to bed together.

This was the first time Harrison had lain in her bed.

The bed was filled with a captivating scent, the same as the scent of her body wash.

Compared to the pungent perfume of those socialites, the scent on Roxanne's bed was simply

intoxicating.

Roxanne was lying on her side in bed.

Her sour mood from just waking up from a dream was instantly cured because of Harrison's presence.

With one hand on her waist, Harrison gently held her close.

Maybe holding her like this would bring her some comfort.

"Hey, you've never shared your childhood memories with me. Would you share them now?" He asked.

"Don't you already know?" She replied.

She snuggled into him, resting her head on his other arm.

His arm was strong and sturdy, like a harbor, radiantly warm and secure.

She really liked this feeling.

She extended a finger, lightly touching his protruding Adam's apple.

"Didn't you hear the last time I exposed Sebastian's true face on live stream?"

"And your mom, did she ever try to find you?"

"No." Her voice fell.

She choked back a sob.

Her finger remained on his Adam's apple.

"I can't remember what she looks like anymore. If we ran into each other on the street right now, I

wouldn't recognize her. And she wouldn't recognize me. No, I was wrong. We're not mother and

daughter. The mother-daughter bond is long gone."

On the surface, her words sounded firm.

But he could hear the endless sorrow in her tone.

Harrison held her tight, "From now on, you have me. We will be a family. And we will have children."

"You're right. From now on, we will be a family."

Roxanne's finger moved again on his Adam's apple.

Her touch was so light, it felt like a feather brushing against his Adam's apple.

She giggled cheekily, "Harrison, your Adam's apple is so sexy."

"Stop it." Harrison caught her hand.

"I like touching it."

This time, she wasn't just lightly brushing against his Adam's apple.

She touched it carefully, examined it carefully.

"Harrison, they say men with a prominent Adam's apple are wild in bed."

"You're asking for trouble." Harrison caught her hand, stopping her from fiddling.

She laughed, "Well, I don't mind."

She just loved to tease him, to provoke him.

His reactions were too amusing.

She extended her other hand, intending to touch his Adam's apple again.

"Stop it."

As a result, he smacked her hand.

"Harrison, you're hurting me."

"If it didn't hurt, you wouldn't calm down."

"What does that have to do with anything? Weren't you the one who let me touch it? If not me, then

who would you let touch it?"

"If you continue to misbehave, I'm going to sleep in my own room."

"Alright, I'll stop. I'll be good and go to sleep."

She cuddled up to him, no longer moving.

Even her breaths became shallow.

Probably because she was tired and sleepy from crying in her dream, she wanted to sleep.

"Harrison, I'm going to sleep first."

It was true that she often dreamed.

And it was also true that she fell asleep easily.

In less than a minute, she was asleep.

Her breaths gradually became steady and deep.

"Roxanne, are you asleep?"

She replied in a whisper, "Don't disturb me."

"Roxanne? Roxanne?? Are you asleep?"

She was deep asleep.

But Harrison couldn't sleep at all.

Because she was curled up in his arms, resting on his arm, like a kitten needing comfort.

He couldn't bear to push her away.

But this position made it impossible for him to sleep.

He thought that if she stayed still, he would be fine.

But she seemed even more tempting.

His insides were churning with desire.

As a healthy, single 32-year-old man, holding his beloved woman in his arms, how could he possibly

sleep?

He was almost at his limit!

Harrison wanted to wake Roxanne up, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

He should have just comforted her outside the door for a while.

He spent most of the night awake.

When he finally dozed off, it was probably almost dawn.

When he was finally feeling a bit sleepy, he felt Roxanne moving in his arms.

He woke up again.

There was Roxanne's sweet breath in his arms.

Her breath was gentle and sweet.

"What are you doing?" Harrison's voice was filled with deep charm and restrained emotion.

"You're awake?" Roxanne still looked at him sweetly.

"What are you looking at?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm looking at a handsome guy."

"Silly girl!"

"What's wrong with looking at my husband? You're mine after all."

"You little devil, aren't you afraid I'll fully possess you if you look at me like that?"

Harrison bent his finger and playfully tapped her head.

"Ouch. If you wanted to possess me, you would have done it long ago. Why hold back till now?"

"Who knows."

"Alright, I'm done playing with you. I'm getting up."

She threw off the covers and put her feet on the dark carpet beside the bed.

Her beautiful feet looked even more delicate and attractive on the dark carpet.

Harrison propped up his head, admiring her with his eyes.

Roxanne took out a set of clothes she planned to wear today from the closet.

She turned around and saw Harrison's admiring gaze.

His gaze was full of passion.

"You're not planning to watch me change, are you?"

"You're changing in front of me?" Harrison asked back.

"You wish!"

She took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

When she came out, Harrison was already gone.

He was quicker than her.

When she came out, he was already in the open kitchen in the living room, starting to fry eggs.

"How about scrambled eggs and pasta for breakfast?"

The first breakfast he made in her rental house was scrambled eggs and pasta.

The pasta with scrambled eggs, though simple, was incredibly delicious.

The pasta was cooked and they sat at the dining table to have breakfast.

Roxanne watched him eat the pasta elegantly, his movements refined.

"Harrison." She said, "Pasta should be eaten in big bites, like this."

Even after spending so much time together, she was still not used to Harrison's elegant eating

manners.

She took big bites of the pasta, demonstrating for him.

He still ate very slowly.

"You must have never gone hungry when you were young."

"Eating too fast is bad for digestion."

"I've finished eating."

She finished the pasta in just a few bites.

Her plate was empty, so she could only stare at his.

"Do you want more?" Harrison asked her.

She laughed and said, "I'm not full yet."

"Here you are."

He gave her the pasta in his own plate.

She didn't hesitate and started eating.

Watching her munch on spaghetti, he felt like this was what life was all about.

He never imagined that simply sharing a plate of spaghetti with someone could feel so homely and

blissful.

Harrison cracked a small smile.

That morning, Roxanne drove Harrison to work in her Porsche.

Once they reached the parking lot, she cautiously said, "Harrison, get out of the car quickly. Don't let

Nathaniel see you working here."

"Why are you so scared of him?" Harrison asked, still buckled in his seat, taking his time to unbuckle.

"I'm afraid if Nathaniel finds out you're working here, he'll give you a hard time because of me."

"Don't sweat it. I heard the big boss of the company has already got his eye on him. He's planning to

take him down a peg. His job is hanging by a thread."

"How do you know your boss is out to get him?"

"Because he pissed off the boss's wife and got her all riled up. Our boss absolutely dotes on his wife."

Harrison had gotten pretty good at spinning tales.