The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 129

"You're just not the same guy I used to know."

The old Harrison was always rational and restrained. But now, he seemed to have boundless energy

and can't keep his hands off her. The guy had completely lost his old cool. It was clear that once a guy

got a taste of the sweet stuff, he would be hooked.

And they were still in the bathroom!

Harrison was lying in front of her, planting a light kiss on her lips. His breath was as hot as molten lava.

He leaned into Roxanne and confessed, "Truth is, I've been hooked on you for a long time. Your looks,

your figure, your personality, and your soul - everything about you."

As he confessed, he kept kissing her, moving from her cheek down to her earlobe. Roxanne was

feeling all kinds of ticklish. She wrapped her arms around Harrison's neck and whispered his name.

"Harrison, what happened to your gentlemanly manners?"

"No more pretending," Harrison kissed her earlobe and then led her into the bathroom. He turned on

the shower. "Shall we take a shower together?"

"Put me down first. Let's make it clear - we're just taking a shower, no funny business. Once we're

done, we can pick up where we left off."

Roxanne was hanging onto his waist. Harrison was carrying her effortlessly.

"Harrison," she patted his shoulder lightly, "put me down."

"Nope."

"You must have a strong waist, doesn't it hurt carrying me?"

"What's the big deal?" He pinched her nose playfully and then leaned her against the wall, letting the

hot shower wash over them.

Their clothes were thin and got soaked quickly. The wet clothes clung to their bodies, becoming

translucent.

Roxanne's sexy figure was now fully on display. Harrison was like a wild horse that had broken free

from its reins, losing all control.

The room was filled with steam, quickly fogging up the shower door. Amidst the mist, their bodies were

increasingly entwined. Roxanne's foot was reflected on the shower door. Her toes were gripping the

glass tightly. As they moved, the door shook, finally settling down a while later.

In the end, Roxanne was still being held by Harrison. Water droplets were slowly falling from their skin.

It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or shower water.

Harrison kissed Roxanne's neck, then gently lay on her chest. "Anne, are you some kind of a witch?"

"Harrison," Roxanne kissed his cheek, "I must say you're really strong." From the moment they entered

the bathroom till now, he'd been holding her. They had also been having intense sex. This was more

physically demanding than playing a full match of soccer.

She saw that he was still energetic after all that, but she was really tired. She leaned on his shoulder.

"Harrison, help me rinse off and then carry me back to the bedroom to rest, okay?"

"Okay."

Then he finally put her down, gently washing her all over. He wrapped her in a large towel and carried

her in his arms. On the way back to the bedroom, he looked down at the visibly exhausted Roxanne.

His eyes were full of tenderness and affection. After he put her on the bed, she was so tired she didn't

even want to dress. She just wanted to sleep immediately.

"Your hair is still wet, wait till it's dry before you sleep, okay?" He gently stroked her hair.

"No," Roxanne turned away from him, "I'm really tired and sleepy."

He'd got so much energy. She was barely hanging on, wanting desperately to sleep.

Harrison can't do anything about it. It was all his fault. He'd been too indulgent with her, keeping her up

for so long. He got up to fetch the hairdryer.

"You sleep first, I'll dry your hair."

He sat on the bed, spreading her hair on his lap, combing it strand by strand, and drying it with warm

air. His fingers ran through her hair, from root to tip. Her hair was so smooth. It felt like silk.

Roxanne was half asleep. She felt him drying her hair and turned over. She rolled to her side, one arm

draped over his leg. She hugged his thigh, her face against it. "Honey, you're so good," she closed her

eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Her face was full of contentment.

Harrison stopped drying her hair and looked at her. "What did you just call me?"

Roxanne, still half asleep, answered him, "Honey."

He was delighted, "Say it again."

"Honey! You're so good..."

Her voice was getting softer. She was really sleepy. The smile on her lips slowly faded away. Soon, she

fell asleep. She looked like a lazy little kitten when she was sleeping.

He carefully moved her hand off his leg. She frowned, seemingly unhappy. She just wanted to sleep

hugging his leg.

Harrison didn't dare to move. He just let her hold on. He fixed her hair again, looking at her carefully.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, making her face look even more delicate and charming.

Harrison's heart was racing. He wanted to wake her up and make love to her again. Was he too

energetic? But he cherished her and didn't want to disturb her sleep.

Roxanne was sound asleep. He carefully moved her hand, lay beside her, gently held her, and fell

asleep together.

The next day.

Roxanne slept in late. Even though the curtains in the bedroom were almost completely drawn, the

sunlight still managed to shine in when the wind blew the curtains. Roxanne shielded her eyes with her

hand and got up.

Harrison was already gone.

She was not wearing anything. She wrapped herself in the blanket and shouted, "Harrison, bring me

my skirt, and my underwear and bra, the black set."

Harrison was in the living room. He was in a video conference with the company's top management.

They all heard Roxanne's voice. The video conference fell into an awkward silence.

Everyone was holding back their laughter.

Alexander suddenly spoke, "Harrison, your wife is calling you to help her dress. Hurry up, we'll wait for

you."

Harrison frowned. He quickly shut off the computer. He walked to the bedroom door and saw Roxanne.

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Just waking up, she was still quite a sight. Maybe because she just got up, her complexion looked even

better. Her cheeks were rosy and she looked really healthy.

Harrison walked over, couldn't resist bending down and giving her a light kiss. "Which dress do you

wanna wear?" He asked, leaning in for another kiss.

She dodged him, "Don't kiss me. I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Harrison just chuckled.

She finally answered him, "The white V-neck dress on the balcony."

"Are you sure? A white dress with black underwear?"

"Don't worry, the dress is of good quality. It's not see-through."

After she put on the dress he handed her, it was indeed not see-through. Harrison was finally

reassured. But looking at her, he still frowned, "Do you think this dress might be a bit too revealing?"

Tying her belt, Roxanne glared at him, "Revealing? The hemline is at my ankles; it's not like those mini

skirts."

Dressed in white, with her youthful, high ponytail, she was a mix of charm and grace. Quite a head-

turner.

Harrison frowned, "Maybe you should just wear jeans and a shirt." His beautiful wife, he wanted her all

to himself.

"No, even though it's autumn, it'd be too hot to wear jeans in Seraphim Haven."

"What about a shawl?"

"That'd be too hot too."

Harrison always felt that it wasn't just the long white dress that made Roxanne more beautiful. No

matter what she wore, she was always very noticeable. He was always worried that other people would

have thoughts about his wife. But he couldn't just lock her up at home and take away her freedom.

That day, Roxanne cheerfully headed to the office. She arrived three hours later than scheduled. Chloe

probably had already done a lot of work.

As soon as Roxanne entered the office, she heard Chloe on a heated phone call. "Oliver, have you no

shame? During the divorce, you took the house and didn't give me a dime. It's been two months since

the divorce and you haven't paid child support, but you're asking me for money. Shame on you."

Oliver retorted, "That 500,000 was originally mine, and you tricked it out of my mom. You should pay

me back."

Chloe was fuming, "Oliver, that was our joint property during our marriage. It's mine by right. I didn't

trick anyone."

"So you're not gonna pay me back?" Oliver threatened.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Chloe wasn't scared, "Are you gonna hit me again?"

"You think just because we're divorced I won't hit you?"

"Before the divorce, you hit me and I sent you to detention. After the divorce, if you dare to lay a finger

on me, I can send you to jail. Don't threaten me, I'm not easily scared."

With a huff, she hung up the phone.

How could she have married such a disgusting, despicable man? She was so mad, she could hardly

breathe.

Roxanne walked over, patting her back to help her breathe. "Why do you even pick up his calls? Just

block him."

"I did block him, but he called from another number."

"Why is Oliver just like Nathaniel, always pestering?"

"They're both scoundrels."

Meanwhile...

Charlotte anxiously asked, "Oliver, Chloe doesn't want to return the 500,000?"

Oliver shook his head.

"What are we gonna do?" Charlotte was very concerned, "Your business is losing money, Mia insists on

a wedding gift before she'll marry you, how are we going to have this wedding? The invitations have

already been sent out."

Oliver sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, and took a deep breath.

Charlotte whispered something in his ear. He looked up, "Will that work?"

"Mia is pregnant with your child and she's already six or seven months along, she wouldn't dare not to

marry you. Listen to me, I have a plan."

They went outside.

Mia, heavily pregnant, slowly stood up. "So have you figured it out? Do you have the 500,000 for the

wedding gift?"

Mia was the college girl who had an affair with Oliver.

Charlotte started with some sweet talk, saying Mia had a tough time being pregnant. Then she firmly

stated, "Mia, we're having some financial difficulties now. We can't even afford 50,000, let alone

500,000. The wedding gift can only be 8,000."

8,000 was even a stretch. When their son married Chloe, they didn't give a cent for the wedding gift.

Instead, they made Chloe bring some.

"Mia, the wedding banquet is already prepared and the invitations have been sent out. If you're willing,

you can take this 8,000 as the wedding gift. If not, we'll tell everyone that the bride thinks the money is

not enough and doesn't want to get married. Anyway, Oliver did nothing wrong."

If she were a weak girl, she might be scared and agree to marry. After all, she was already six or seven

months pregnant. But Mia was a tough cookie. Cradling her big belly, she sneered, "Alright, if you really

do that, I'll give birth to the baby and accuse your son of raping me. Then my child can still get a share

of Oliver's property and I can send this jerk Oliver to jail."

"Mia, who are you calling a jerk? You were the one who pursued me." Oliver retorted.

"I admit, I pursued you. I was the third party. My actions were disgraceful." Mia wasn't shy about her

past. "But do you think you're any better? It's only been two months since the divorce and you've got a

woman six or seven months pregnant. Do you think your friends and relatives don't know what's going

on?"

Oliver was speechless.

Mia laid out her terms, "Give me 500,000 as the wedding gift and the wedding goes on as scheduled.

Or, I can wait until I give birth, accuse you of raping me, send you to jail, and let my child fight with your

mother and sister for your property. Choose one."

Having said that, Mia, hand on her waist, turned and left. Outside, Mia's family helped her into the

elevator.

Charlotte ran out to stop her, but seeing the crowd, she backed off. When she got home, she was very

depressed. "Are all women so hard to deal with these days? Maybe we shouldn't have divorced Chloe."

Putting things into perspective, Charlotte realized how great of a daughter-in-law Chloe was. She was

kind and gentle, respectful and hardworking around the house. On top of that, she gave the Lewis

family two kids.

"Man, Oliver, you should've never divorced Chloe. She was such a solid catch," she said.

She didn't even want wedding gifts, instead, she gave money, and was super respectful. Where on

earth can one find a better daughter-in-law like her in today's world?

Oliver appeared to have some regrets too, "Mom, what's the point of saying all this now that we've

already divorced?"

"Oliver, you could try winning Chloe back. She might not be as young and pretty as Mia, but she's

obedient. A few sweet words and she'll be putty in your hands just like before."

"You make it sound so easy. What about Mia? She's stubborn as a mule. If I don't give her a wedding

gift, she'll really have the baby and then accuse me of coercion."

"You both willingly got together, there's no coercion involved. If she wants to sue, let her."

"You don't understand the law. If the woman sues in this situation, she'll almost certainly win, and I

might really end up in jail."

"So, what should we do?"

"We can only start with Chloe."

People always went for the easy targets. Oliver was no exception, "I'll try and get Chloe to return the

money." After all, dealing with Chloe was a whole lot easier than dealing with Mia.

On the other hand, Chloe, who had just hung up on Oliver, had a gut feeling that something was about

to go down.

"What's wrong?" Roxanne asked, noticing Chloe's unease.

Chloe stopped what she was doing and furrowed her brows, "I have a feeling Oliver isn't going to let

this go. It feels like trouble's brewing."

"That money's in your bank account, he wouldn't dare to snatch it, would he? Don't stress too much."

Right as Roxanne was speaking, she got a call from Harrison. He sounded all flustered on the phone,

saying he had to rush to Valeria. His tone suggested that something urgent and troublesome was up.

"Harrison, what happened? Don't panic..." Before she could finish her sentence, Harrison hung up.

When she called back, his phone was off.

Roxanne couldn't help but frown, feeling increasingly uneasy. Harrison was usually calm and

composed, handling everything with ease, but his demeanor today was off.

She suddenly felt a suffocating tension in the air. It was so thick that she felt it difficult to breathe. What

exactly happened? She felt very uneasy.