The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 124

When Roxanne heard these sweet words, she stopped in the middle of unbuckling Harrison's belt.

She raised her hand, wrapping it tightly around his neck.

Then, with a face full of joy and tenderness, she gently rubbed her cheek against his.

In the morning, Harrison had just shaved.

But he was so full of life that when she rubbed her cheek against his sharp jawline, she still felt a slight

prickliness.

This prickliness was full of masculine charm.

Roxanne couldn't help but rub her cheek against his a few more times.

She really liked this strong masculine scent that Harrison had.

"Don't rub."

Harrison held her face in one hand.

He frowned, speaking in a serious tone,

"If you keep rubbing, I really won't be able to control myself."

But Roxanne still wanted to rub.

Her little head moved in his big hands, trying to rub against him again.

But Harrison held her tighter.

As a result, her face was somewhat deformed, looking like a swollen bun.

So cute.

When they first met, she was straightforward, refreshing, and full of vitality.

He didn't expect her to have such a cute side.

Harrison gave her a smile, still holding her face in his hands.

Such a calm and composed man, when he smiled, it was like a spring breeze brushing past, so

handsome.

"Harrison."

Roxanne's mouth was a bit distorted due to the pressure, her voice naturally somewhat muffled.

"Uh, let me go, you're distorting my face." Roxanne complained.

"Do you still want to rub?" Harrison didn't let go.

Roxanne laughed and said, "You're my man, I'll rub if I want to."

He didn't let go of her face, so she took the initiative, leaning in to kiss his slightly pursed lips.

Then, with a mischievous smile, she left him.

"I'm going to take a bath now. Since you don't want to bathe with me, I'll go and hog the bathtub first."

Harrison chuckled wryly behind her. He actually wanted to bathe with her too.

But he was afraid that once they bathed together, he wouldn't be able to control himself and might hurt

her.

After all, he had been repressing himself for 32 years.

Even though they had been together for the past two days, his primal desire had not been relieved.

How could her petite body bear that?

She still didn't quite understand men. All men had a wild side.

But in front of Roxanne, he couldn't show his wild side. He wanted to slowly enjoy life with her.

In the bathroom, Roxanne was filling the bathtub with warm water.

These past two days, probably due to their intense sexual activities, her body was incredibly sore.

She really wanted to soak in a bath to relax.

Actually, when she first bought the house, it wasn't decorated like this. The model bathroom wasn't this

big and couldn't fit a bathtub.

But she didn't know if it was the generosity of the developer, who not only expanded the size of her

bathroom but also gave her a whole new decoration.

Maybe because she was in a good mood, Roxanne tested the water temperature, feeling the ripples on

the surface of the water seemed to be dancing.

When the water was full, she lay in the bathtub, happily soaking.

At this time, her phone outside the bathroom rang.

Harrison brought the phone into the bathroom for her, lightly knocking on the glass door.

"Roxanne, there's a call." Harrison said.

"Who is it?" Roxanne asked, "If it's not important, we can ignore it for now."

"It's Chloe." Harrison said.

Roxanne always prioritized Chloe's calls.

Chloe was a single mother, raising two kids, life was quite tough.

Roxanne was worried about any emergencies, hurriedly said, "Don't hang up, give me the phone."

Harrison pushed open the glass door.

The first thing he saw was Roxanne hurriedly reaching out from the water to grab her phone.

It was a slender, elegant hand.

Perhaps it was because Harrison had just tasted the marrow last night.

Now, looking at her slender arm, he also found it full of vitality, very enticing.

Harrison felt a surge of impulse, but he had to restrain himself.

Looking at Roxanne soaking in the water, she seemed very calm, but all he could think of was the

warmth and sweetness of her body.

It was truly torturous.

Roxanne quickly picked up Chloe's call.

Because there was a small table next to the bathtub, she put the phone on it, turning on the speaker

mode.

From the other end of the phone, came Chloe's gentle voice,

"Anne, you haven't gone to bed yet?"

"No, I'm taking a bath." Roxanne said.

"With Harrison?" Chloe asked.

"No, just by myself." Roxanne said.

Chloe didn't know that Harrison and Roxanne were already sleeping together.

She thought Harrison wasn't with Roxanne, so she asked without any hesitation,

"Anne, guess who I just saw?"

"Who you saw, you're making it sound so mysterious." Roxanne said.

"Guess, anyway you guys haven't seen each other for a long time, I guess you've forgotten what this

person looks like." Chloe said.

"It's not my mom, is it?"

Roxanne appeared to be tolerant about everything, but every time she thought of her mother who

abandoned her when she was four to remarry and leave, her heart ached like it was being pricked by a

needle.

Her smile also stiffened a bit.

Chloe said, "Not your mom, it's Dominic. He seems to have bought a villa in my neighborhood."

The name Dominic made Roxanne's eyes dim slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed.

Chloe continued, "Dominic took the initiative to greet me. He seems to know that you're married now,

and he asked me how your husband treats you. From his tone, it seems like he's really regretful about

you."

Ha, regretful?

If he was really regretful, he wouldn't have fallen in love with a rich girl all of a sudden seven years ago,

when he and Roxanne were already discussing marriage.

To be honest, Dominic was a man who relied on women to rise to the top.

Roxanne didn't miss a man like this at all.

It was just that three years of affection now seemed like a waste.

She had just wasted three years of her youth.

"Chloe, I'm not interested in what he's up to. If he wants to know about me, don't tell him." Roxanne

said.

"I know, I also hope you and Harrison will be happy." Chloe said.

Harrison hadn't left even after Roxanne hung up the phone.

Roxanne knew he'd heard everything.

Taking the initiative to explain, she said, "Dominic is my ex. You might remember me mentioning him

before. He once tried to kiss me, but I dodged him."

"Hmm." Harrison wanted to ask her who Dominic was.

Having explained, she calmed his nerves a bit.

He asked, "Are you still in pain? Would a bath help?"

"Still hurts." Roxanne cringed, "I just checked. It's a bit swollen."

"I'm sorry."

Harrison sat by the tub, gently kissing Roxanne's face, "I was too reckless yesterday."

"It's okay." Roxanne wrapped her arms around his neck, "You've been holding back for so many years.

If you don't let loose a bit, you'll break down."

Their eyes met and locked, intertwining.

Even the air was sweet.

Roxanne playfully caressed his Adam's apple.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me for a bath? I think I can handle it. We can continue."

"I think we should take it slow. You should rest and recover these next few days."

He rubbed his head and stood up, "I'll head out first, you stay in here for a bit longer."

"Okay." Roxanne let out a sweet smile.

Meanwhile.

After eight in the evening, many people were out for a walk in the neighborhood.

Amelia was out today, leaving Chloe alone with the two kids, playing in the neighborhood playground.

Aria was going down the slide.

Eight-month-old Austin sat in his stroller, gesticulating and interacting with his mom.

Suddenly, a three or four-year-old boy ran up and threw a handful of sand in Austin's face.

Chloe was caught off guard. Before she could stop him, the fine sand had already covered Austin's

face, eyes, and ears.

Austin immediately burst into tears, crying shrilly.

Chloe quickly picked up Austin, brushing off the sand from him before going to discipline the little boy.

"Hey, my son is still little, you can't do this." Chloe said.

"It’s fun!" The little boy clapped his hands and grabbed another handful of sand, ready to torment

Austin again.

Chloe wouldn't allow it.

She blocked the boy, giving him a gentle push, "Whose kid is this? No manners at all?"

She didn't push him over, just a few inches away, but the boy started crying.

S

oon enough, the boy's parents showed up.

And they seemed like they wouldn't be easy to deal with either.

Without asking what happened, the parents growled at Chloe, "Did you push my son? As an adult, how

can you bully a child? Do you have any manners?"

"You didn't see him throwing sand all over my son's face? He even went for a second handful. Who's

the one without manners here?" Chloe retorted.

"Where did he throw sand on your son? Who can prove it?" The parent asked.

"Are you blind?" Chloe was furious.

Austin's face and nostrils were still covered in sand.

Anyone with eyes could see it.

This parent was clearly unreasonable, just like the one whose child knocked down Aria last time, no

manners whatsoever.

Chloe was furious.

Austin was still crying in her arms.

She held Austin tightly, continuing to confront them, "There's CCTV over there. Want me to pull up the

footage for you?"

The boy's mother looked at the CCTV, probably feeling guilty, and didn't say anything.

But two seconds later, she started again,

"So what if he threw sand at your son? They're kids, playing around. Do you really need to take it so

seriously?"

"Me? Taking it seriously?" Chloe asked.

"If it's not you, then who is it? They're kids and they're supposed to play. Why are you intervening?"

"Fine, you say they're just playing, right? Then let them handle it themselves." Chloe said.

Chloe gave Aria a meaningful look.

Aria understood instantly.

Ever since Aria was bullied by a naughty kid, Chloe taught her many self-defense techniques.

She signed Aria up for taekwondo lessons, and bo

ught pepper spray and a small stun baton.

The initial products she bought were too large and inconvenient to carry.

So, Chloe ordered a few smaller ones from another website for Aria to keep in her bag, very handy.

Having seen this boy bully her brother, and being so brazen about it, Aria surely wouldn't let him off.

She took out the pepper spray and sprayed it in the boy's face. The boy immediately covered his eyes

and started crying.

The parents rushed over, asking, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Mommy, my eyes, they hurt." The boy cried.

"Aria, come here." Chloe called her daughter back and shielded her.

"What did your daughter spray on my son?" The parents asked angrily.

"What does it matter what she sprayed?" Chloe felt a sudden sense of satisfaction, "Didn't you say

they're just playing? My daughter was just playing with your son."

"You..." The parent was stunned.

"Aria, let's go."

Chloe held Austin and let Aria push the stroller, leaving together.

The ill-mannered boy's parents ran up, wanting to attack Chloe,

"You vicious woman, how dare you bully my precious son, I'll make you pay."

Chloe dodged with Austin in her arms, spraying the pepper spray in the parent's face.

Having experienced being attacked before, Chloe was always on her guard.

Not only did she buy these self-defense items for her daughter, but she also carried them with her.

She looked at the parent covering their face and screaming, laughing coldly,

"So only your kid is precious, and mine isn't? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Go home and teach your son some manners, stop causing trouble.

If you dare bully my kids again, I have more tricks up my sleeve."

Even though they were alone, they weren't easy to bully.

"Aria, let's go home." Chloe said.

On the way home, Chloe gave Aria a lesson while walking,

"Aria, don't be scared when you face problems. Stay calm and be decisive. We don't look for trouble,

but we can't be afraid of it either."

"Okay, Mom. I understand. I will protect you and my brother." Aria said.

Aria's maturity tugged at Chloe's heartstrings.

Nearby, a little girl fell and was immediately comforted by her father.

While some kids had their fathers by their side, loving and protecting them, others had to grow up and

be strong far too early.

Aria was one of the latter.

Chloe was awash with guilt for not providing Aria with a complete family, being a single mom to her and

her brother after the divorce.

"Aria, do you miss your dad?" Chloe asked.

Aria nodded, then quickly shook her head, "No."

That "no" hid a world of emotions within this little one.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.

"Mommy, it's okay without daddy. I just need you." Aria said.

Chloe's heart sank even further.

She squatted down, holding Austin with one hand and tightly hugging Aria with the other.

Life after divorce was tougher than she had ever imagined.

She had to juggle between earning a living and taking care of the kids, her heart brimming with

bitterness.

It had been a month since she divorced Oliver, and she had asked him for child support.

But Oliver flat out refused, even hurling insults at her over the phone.

She held Aria close, her voice hoarse, "Mommy feels the same, having you and Austin is all I need.

Aria, do you blame mommy for divorcing your dad, for not having him around?"

Aria shook her head, "I know mommy had no choice. Grandma and aunts all bully mommy, and daddy

used to hit mommy. I don't want mommy to be hit by daddy."

Chloe couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down her face.

Her daughter's understanding and considerateness felt like a knife to her heart.

Aria, too, couldn't help but cry.

Chloe wiped away her tears, "Aria, we promised not to cry in front of others. The more we cry, the more

people will take advantage of us."

"Okay." Aria held back her tears.

Just then, the mother of the mischievous little boy came chasing after her, her husband in tow.

"Honey, this is the woman who was bullying me and our son. Teach her a lesson!" The boy’s mother

yelled.

The man looked like a barber, his hair styled impeccably.

He had tattoos on his rolled-up sleeves.

He looked intimidating, a

nd ruthless.

He strode up to them, grabbed Chloe by the hair, raised his arm, and ready to slap her hard.