The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 218

"Even if you didn't reek of garlic, I'd still find you annoying." Roxanne Martinez irritably shoved Harrison

Rodriguez's hand away.

She forcefully added hot sauce to his canned herring.

"Eat up."

Harrison knew she was in a bad mood and she was still throwing a fit.

So, he had to suck it up and eat the herring slathered with hot sauce.

After a few bites, he was coughing up a storm.

His throat was burning and painful.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Roxanne handed him a glass of water.

Taking the glass, Harrison thickened his skin and said, "I know, my wife still cares for me."

"Do you like it when I force you to eat something you don't like?" Roxanne asked.

Harrison knew what she was implying.

He put down his fork and knife, and his face turned serious from being light-hearted just a moment ago.

"Roxanne, my decision to shut down your company was well-intentioned. I hope you understand."

"So, we're still not on the same page?" Roxanne glared at him angrily.

Harrison replied with a poker face, "You just became a full-time housewife. You might not be used to it

yet." He paused for a few seconds, then added, "You'll get used to it in time."

Their conversation seemed to have hit a dead end.

Roxanne couldn't keep her cool and communicate with him anymore. She got up, pushed the chair

away, and left.

The atmosphere that night was tense. Harrison had no choice but to sleep in the study.

He knew that this marital spat wouldn't end well. Harrison decided to make up with Roxanne.

He had the key to the master bedroom. He could easily unlock the door even if Roxanne had bolted it

from inside.

Once inside, Roxanne completely ignored him.

He took a bottle of ointment for external injuries and sat on the bed.

Roxanne turned over, her back to him, sleeping facing the wall.

"Anne, help me apply some ointment."

The moment he mentioned applying ointment, Roxanne was on high alert.

Was Harrison injured?

Where was he hurt?

She wanted to jump up and check on him immediately, but her anger hadn't subsided, so she didn't get

up and said, "Apply it yourself."

Harrison bluntly stated the reason for his injury, "You kicked me yesterday. It still hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" Roxanne sat up, looking at him, "It hurts from last night till now?"

"You gave me a good kick in the butt, remember?"

Harrison rubbed his butt with a wronged expression.

Seeing his pained expression, Roxanne couldn't bear it.

Now he didn't look like a big boss at all; he was just a shameless man.

Roxanne knew he was acting, so she ignored him.

She sat on the bed with no intention of applying the ointment on him.

But Harrison deliberately pulled his pants down a bit.

"Anne, it really hurts. Can you see if it's bruised?"

Although Roxanne was indifferent, she did kick him hard the previous night.

She was worried that she might have really hurt him, so she leaned over to take a look.

There was indeed a mix of green and purple bruises.

"So, is it green or purple?" Harrison asked on purpose.

Roxanne felt a pang of guilt, "Give me the ointment."

Harrison knew she would soften.

He quickly handed her the ointment for external injuries.

Roxanne was about to apply the ointment for him when he immediately stood up and said, "Wait for

me. I need to take a bath first."

After saying that, Harrison took a quick shower and came out.

His bathrobe was left open.

With a stride of his long legs, the edge of the robe swung.

Shadows of his abs and chest muscles could be seen under the blue robe.

The muscles bulged and retreated under the robe, full of masculine charm.

What could barely be seen were the parts below Harrison's abdomen and those muscular, long legs.

Even when sitting down, there was no extra flesh on Harrison's legs; they were full of aesthetic appeal.

He deliberately sat next to Roxanne.

Roxanne quickly realized that he was trying to make amends.

"Anne." Harrison gently pushed a corner of his robe away and said, "Do you think I've lost some weight

recently?"

Underneath the robe that Harrison pushed away were his powerful abdominal muscles.

Roxanne took a glance.

She had to admit that he had an amazing body.

From the first day she met him, she knew he was into fitness.

He could hold a plank for more than ten minutes, and he could also do two hundred push-ups in one

go.

Those solid and powerful muscles weren't built in a day, right?

Roxanne said expressionlessly, "Are you here to show off your muscles or for me to apply the

ointment? Do you want me to apply the ointment? If not, I'm going to bed."

A look of disappointment appeared on Harrison's face.

Was he unable to attract Roxanne's attention anymore?

Was his charm ineffective on Roxanne?

"Lie down. I'll apply the ointment for you." Roxanne glared at him.

After the failed attempt to make amends, Harrison decided to try again.

He grabbed Roxanne's hand, placed it on his chest, and asked, "Roxanne, feel me. Have I lost

weight?"

The heartbeat coming from Harrison's strong chest muscles was pounding against Roxanne's palm.

At that moment, Roxanne felt both amused and sad.

Amused by his efforts to appease her, attract her, and amuse her.

Sad because, if he cared so much about her, why did he shut down her company without her consent

and force her to become a full-time housewife?

She laughed a bitter laugh.

Harrison thought he had lightened her mood a bit, so he boldly asked, "Anne, can we make up?"

"Harrison, I really don't want to be a full-time housewife. Can you respect me a bit?" Roxanne asked.

After Roxanne had calmed down, she wanted to have a good talk with him.

She thought he could also talk calmly with her, but his face gradually turned serious, and his attitude

was as stubborn as before.

He said seriously, "We don't need to discuss this matter anymore. You just need time to adjust."

He made the atmosphere tense again. Roxanne, fuming, threw the oil in her hand at him, "Then rub it

on yourself."

She didn't want to deal with him anymore.

In the following days, Roxanne seemed to live the kind of life only a rich lady could enjoy.

She attended all sorts of high-end activities, like flower arranging, and swiping Harrison's credit card

time and again when shopping.

But she wasn't happy at all.

She tried to adapt to that seemingly comfortable life.

She really did, but she just couldn't get used to it.

Spring arrived, and Seraphim Haven was already warm. Every day bathed in sunshine.

But her heart grew colder bit by bit.

No matter how she tried to communicate with Harrison, he always had the same attitude, insisting she

slowly adapt to the life of a full-time housewife.

Roxanne also started to lose interest in communicating with Harrison.

She became quiet.

That morning, Harrison and she got intimate, both venting.

Harrison was venting his pent-up sexual desire as well as his profound love for her.

Roxanne, on the other hand, was venting her complicated emotions, which included physical desires,

love, grievances, and pain.

She even took the lead, writhing on Harrison's body as she pleased.

It was her first time on top.

In the end, they both seemed to be pushed into a gigantic wave, reaching climax at the same time.

At that moment, even though it was supposed to be joyful, Roxanne wanted to cry. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Finally, she buried her head in Harrison's shoulder, gritting her teeth to hide her feelings of grievance

and sadness from him.

But her body was trembling ever so slightly.