The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 164

Roxanne hadn't gotten it on with Harrison for several days. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

This week, she was swamped with work. She was out early and back late every day.

Harrison was always keen for some loving, but by the time she got home, she was either too zonked to

stay awake or too beat to be interested.

Harrison was understanding and didn't push her.

That night, Harrison, who finally got his chance, seemed to have endless energy.

In the end, he collapsed on Roxanne. Roxanne looked at him, moving her hand from his back to his

face, gently stroking his cheek.

"Babe, why are you so full of beans today?" she asked.

"Really?" Harrison kissed her forehead.

He thought to himself, he still had plenty of gas in the tank.

He wanted to get more from her.

From her forehead, he kissed her ear, laughing, "The night is young. We have time."

What he meant was, this was far from enough.

"Watch out." Roxanne gently patted his chest, "Don't overdo it, it's not good for you."

"You underestimate me." Harrison looked at her.

The heated activity had caused her usually tied-up ponytail to loosen. Her hair looked a bit disheveled,

but it made her look even sexier.

Harrison gently brushed away the stray hair on her forehead and cheeks, letting the moonlight shine on

her beautiful face.

Her cheeks were flushed, showing a girlish gentleness and shyness.

Her eyes were clear and bright, with an especially tender look.

There were tiny beads of sweat on her nose.

Harrison laughed and kissed her nose, "I didn't start having sex until I was 32, so of course, I'm fit as a

fiddle."

Those twenty-something young men don't know how to control themselves, that's why they burn the

candle at both ends and exhaust their energy prematurely.

He was different from those men.

His self-discipline and restraint had lasted until he was 32.

At this moment, he was at the peak of his physical strength.

"Harrison, I have a question." Roxanne suddenly stared at him curiously.

"What do you want to know?"

"You're already 32, but you never had a thing with women before. How did you handle your needs?"

"I controlled myself."

"And if you couldn't control it?"

"Then I would take a cold shower, or go to the boxing gym and box for a few hours until I was dead

tired."

Roxanne touched Harrison's face and laughed, "You never really thought about women?"

"I did, but I controlled myself."

This man's self-control was really strong.

She looked at him, smiled satisfyingly.

He was truly a rare good man.

A drop of sweat slid down his sturdy chest and dropped on her collarbone.

She pushed him, "Alright, let's go take a bath."

"I'll carry you." Only then did Harrison get off her.

He scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bathroom.

After the bath, Roxanne turned to get the towel from the rack.

Just as she touched the soft towel, a pair of long arms wrapped around her slender waist from behind

and pulled her back.

"Anne!" He turned her around to face him.

He lowered his head and kissed her soft sweet lips.

Roxanne pushed him away and glared at him, "Harrison, didn't we just..."

He kissed her ear and gave it a gentle bite, "Anne, call me 'honey'."

She wasn't willing to.

Although they had been married for five months and had had plenty of intimate moments, she wasn't

accustomed to calling him so affectionately every day.

Calling his name seemed more natural.

"Honey" was just too sappy.

She liked to maintain some independence.

Harrison looked somewhat displeased, "Call me 'honey'."

"Stop it. Let's go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Harrison went silent.

"We just signed a huge order from Africa, so I have to go to the factory myself to arrange the order's

progress tomorrow." Roxanne continued.

"All you care about is work." Harrison was clearly not pleased.

As the CEO of Rodriguez Group, he wasn't as busy as her.

No, it wasn’t truth that he wasn't busy.

He just made the time to be with her.

But all she cared about was work.

"I need to make money." Roxanne said, "I want to save a few hundred thousand more to buy a house

next door for your dad."

The housing prices in Seraphim Haven were very high.

Even the most ordinary houses required a down payment of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

She had to work hard. She couldn't let her father-in-law continue to live in a rented house.

She initially wanted to invite Vincent to live with them, but Vincent was very considerate.

To avoid disturbing them, he declined her invitation.

To thank him, Roxanne decided to buy a house for him to live in.

Harrison's mood was dampened by Roxanne.

He frowned.

Why would his dad need her to save money to buy a house? They owned the whole neighborhood!

He quickly got back the mood that was temporarily dampened and kissed her ear, "Don't get distracted.

Hold me."

Roxanne tried to resist, but it was too late.

The steam in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet.

In the hazy fog, Harrison kissed her ear and whispered, "Call me 'honey'."

Obediently, she responded, "Honey!"

"Anne, being your husband is the luckiest thing in my life."

By the time they finally got back to bed, it was already midnight.

Exhausted Roxanne snuggled into Harrison's arms, her leg draped over him and her arms around him.

She nestled into him like an octopus.

She shifted her head a bit and said, "Babe, I'm beat. Can we just sleep tonight, okay?"

"Mm." He held her tight and kissed her hair, "Go to sleep."

She nestled into his arms, took a deep breath, and then drifted off to sleep, feeling secure, satisfied,

and utterly spent.

Her breathing became shallow. She was completely lost in dreamland.

Harrison still held her.

Already tired?

Her fragility really couldn't take much.

The next day.

Roxanne got up later than usual.

She originally planned to get up at six in the morning and then head to the airport.

She had set the alarm before going to bed. Why didn't she hear it?

When she woke up, it was already past nine. The sunshine outside was bright. The whole city was

already bustling.

At Seraphim Haven, even if you're not big on making money, you can't help but get swept up in the

fast-paced lifestyle.

By nine in the morning, people at Seraphim Haven have already accomplished a lot.

Roxanne quickly finished her morning routine. Seeing Harrison mopping the living room floor, she

couldn't help but give him a glare.

"Harrison, it's all your fault! I overslept again. I told you last night to take it easy, but you had to put me

through this. I'm gonna miss my flight."

Harrison, who was mopping the floor, stopped and looked at her with the mop in his hand.

"Don't worry, I've already rescheduled your flight. My dad also made breakfast. Let's go eat."

With that, he put down the mop and walked over to her.

Roxanne thought to herself, it wasn't entirely Harrison's fault.

After all, she had been ignoring him for so long, that's why he was so eager last night.

So she took his hand, "Harrison, let's go. My plans are already messed up. After breakfast, we'll hang

out with Vincent for a bit, then I'll go to the airport at noon. I'm not going to the office today."

She started to walk away, but Harrison stood still.

Roxanne looked back at him.

He was frowning, looking unsatisfied.

Roxanne asked, "What's up, Harrison?"

"Why do you only call me 'dear' when we're being intimate?"

"Is that not okay?"

"Can't you call me that normally too?"

"Harrison!" Roxanne laughed, "That's usually something women ask of men. Why are you so clingy?"

"I like it when you call me that."

"I won't. Let's go have breakfast."

She tried to pull him along, but he still didn't move.

He pulled her back into his arms, "So you won't, huh?"

"It's too cheesy."

She didn't like being overly mushy.

He leaned down and kissed her ear, "That's okay. I have a way to make you call me 'dear'."

Her ear felt wet and ticklish.

Roxanne quickly pushed him away, glared at him and said, "Stop messing around! Let's go have

breakfast."

They went to Vincent Rodriguez's house, which he rented next door.

Vincent was just about to come over and check if Roxanne was up.

Seeing them holding hands, looking so lovey-dovey, Vincent couldn't help but grin, "I was just about to

call you guys for breakfast! Come in."

They went in and sat down to a sumptuous breakfast.

Vincent always cleverly prepared all kinds of delicious food for them.

"Anne, I know you like spicy food. Try these spicy sausages."

"And this, a bacon sandwich."

"This is the coffee I just brewed."

"Try this lobster meat. This lobster was a gift from Harrison's cousin. She's wealthy, so she often buys

these high-end things for me."

The cousin he was referring to was Evelyn.

Vincent didn't plan on telling Roxanne the truth just yet.

Roxanne thought, Vincent was willing to spend money on her, but he bought things in small portions,

so it wasn't wasteful.

The breakfast didn't seem too extravagant, but it was actually quite expensive.

She thought her father-in-law was really generous.

"How much money does Harrison's cousin have? Nothing she gives you is cheap."

"I think she makes a few million dollars a year. All this is nothing to her. Her aunt died young, so I'm the

only one she can rely on. She treats me really well."

A few million dollars a year. Vincent was understating it.

Roxanne thought, in a city like Seraphim Haven, there are quite a few people who make a few million

dollars a year, so she didn't question it too much.

These past few days, Vincent had been feeding her these high-end foods every day. She seemed to be

getting used to it.

"Vincent, don't give me all these good things. You should enjoy them too."

Roxanne pushed the lobster towards Vincent, "This is all yours."

Vincent, who was sipping on his cereal, waved his hands, "No, no! You eat! I don't like lobster."

Don't like lobster? How can that be?

Roxanne thought, he must be reluctant to eat it.

But she was wrong. Vincent had eaten so many delicacies that he only liked plain and simple cereal for

breakfast now.

Roxanne tried to persuade him, but Vincent insisted on letting her finish all the food on the table.

Roxanne had no choice but to comply.

After breakfast, Vincent took out a bank card and handed it to Roxanne.

"Anne, I heard from Harrison that you want to buy a house for me?"

"I have some savings. You can add it to what you guys have saved."

"The house will be yours after you buy it."

With that, Vincent placed the bank card on the table, "The pin is your birthday."

Roxanne hurriedly pushed it back, "I can't take your money."

"Listen to me. You're my only daughter-in-law. Isn't my money going to be yours when I die?"

"Vincent, I..."

Harrison advised, "Since my dad insists, just take it. We're family, there's no need to be so polite. He's

right. In the future, his wealth will belong to you and our children."

Roxanne was instantly moved to tears.

She sniffled a bit.

"Why are you crying? Don't cry." Both men comforted her at once.

She managed a smile, "I wasn't lucky enough to have good parents. Meeting Harrison is the luckiest

thing in my life. Marrying him changed my entire fate."

The care and warmth that Harrison and Vincent gave her was enough to dispel all her childhood

traumas.

"You're wrong there. We didn't change your fate, you changed Harrison's fate. Without you, he might've

been single his whole life."

Roxanne wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and laughed.

She swore to take good care of her father-in-law.

On the way to the airport, Roxanne looked at the bank card Vincent had given her and asked Harrison,

who was driving, "How much dough does your dad have in his bank account?"

"Seems like over two hundred grand."

"What?" Roxanne's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "How could he possibly have that much

money? Didn't your company go bust? Didn't he have to sell even his ring to pay off your debts? How

could he still have so much money?"

Harrison answered, "I'm not too sure about this money myself. He said he's been saving it up over the

years, specifically for my wedding."

Roxanne asked, "How could a farmer possibly save up so much money?"

Harrison replied, "Don't underestimate a farmer. My dad's a big player in farming. His cows, chickens,

and ducks are worth a lot of money."

One Angus cattle he imported from overseas alone was worth several hundred thousand dollars.

Of course, he planned to tell Roxanne all this later.

"But... how is this possible?" Roxanne still found it hard to believe that a farmer could have saved up

over two hundred thousand dollars.

Just how frugal had Vincent been living to have stashed away so much cash?