The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 64

Roxanne was all too pleased with his reaction.

She let out a little hiccup and gave a sweet smile.

"Harrison, since you don't agree with me experimenting with others, how about we give it another go?"

she said, lightly touching her lips.

Maybe it was the booze talking, but her lips looked juicy red, moist, seemingly inviting him silently.

Harrison's Adam's apple bobbed automatically.

As a tipsy Roxanne moved closer to him, he was struggling to keep his sanity from collapsing, and

pushed her away forcefully.

His rough motion sent Roxanne crashing into the corner of the sofa, causing her some pain.

She rubbed her sore waist and grumbled, "Why do you have to be so mean? I just wanted to try it out,

it's not like I was going to eat you alive."

The alcohol in her system was starting to wear off a bit.

But her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes made her look like a cute little drunk kitten.

Harrison was completely captivated by her.

If this kept up, he was in real trouble.

He stood up, his face stern and cold. "To stop you from messing around, I'll sleep in the room tonight,

you take the couch.

You're not allowed in my room."

Roxanne fumed, "Who's messing around? I'm just following my heart, unlike some people who clearly

want something but play hard to get."

"I admit, you're quite attractive." Harrison looked at her seriously. "But I won't touch you without love.

You better not cross the line either."

"Harrison, who crossed the line? I'm telling you, next time even if you beg me to kiss you, I might not

agree."

Harrison silently headed to the bathroom.

After taking a cold shower, he found Roxanne already asleep on the sofa.

Curled up like a little kitten, clutching a pillow, she looked adorable.

Who would've thought the usually sharp and strong woman would have such a soft side?

This woman… was making him lose control.

This wouldn’t do.

He had to sleep in the room tonight.

Just in case she disturbed him in the middle of the night, he even locked the door from the inside.

He didn't want his first time to be without love.

But before he locked himself in, Harrison poured a glass of water and left it on the table for Roxanne in

case she got thirsty at night.

In the middle of the night, Roxanne, parched from thirst, finished the glass of water that Harrison left for

her.

Upon hearing the sound of the glass hitting the table, Harrison got up and went out.

The glass was completely empty.

He asked her, "Are you okay, do you need more water?"

Roxanne, still half asleep, muttered, "Stop bothering me." and rolled away from Harrison and continued

sleeping.

Worried she might get thirsty later, Harrison filled another glass of water for her and checked the

temperature of the AC in the living room.

Afraid she might catch a cold, he turned up the AC by one degree, covered her properly with a blanket,

and then went back to his room.

Even though Roxanne had drunk alcohol, she woke up early the next morning.

Right at six, she was up.

She realized she fell asleep without taking a shower.

She recalled the events from the night before, pretty much remembered everything.

She was a straightforward one.

She just wanted to try out kissing, so she really went for it with Harrison.

But she couldn't remember the details of the kiss from last night.

All she remembered was she took Harrison to try.

She admired her own guts and didn't feel awkward at all.

Harrison was her husband in name, and it wasn't illegal for her to kiss him.

But she smelled a bit off.

She had to take a shower.

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shower.

Harrison got up when he heard her.

It was still early.

Knowing Roxanne had drunk alcohol the night before, he was sure her stomach wasn't feeling well, so

he went to cook some soup.

When Roxanne came out of the shower, Harrison was stirring the soup.

The steam floated past Harrison's face.

She was just thinking about having some soup after drinking last night, and Harrison was already

making it for her.

What a thoughtful guy!

Seeing him taking care of others so early in the morning, Roxanne's mouth curled into a smile.

She felt so much luckier than Chloe.

After marrying Oliver, his true colors showed. He just sat at home all day waiting for Chloe to serve him,

never doing any chores.

But Harrison was different.

She greeted him cheerfully, "Morning."

Harrison replied with a simple "Morning."

Noticing the clean underwear, hers and his, he frowned, "You washed my underwear again?"

"When I saw you didn't wash your underwear after showering last night, I washed it for you."

"You washed it with yours?"

"Of course not, I used two separate basins. I'm very hygienic. They were just hung together to dry.

What, you're not happy?"

Roxanne remembered the first time she washed his underwear, he was very reluctant to let her touch

his personal items.

She said, "We've been married for a month now, aren't you used to it yet? Besides, if I don't wash your

underwear, who will?"

"Thank you!"

Harrison didn't say anything else at the time.

This time, he didn't seem as resistant as before.

And when Roxanne took the underwear to hang, he even smiled a little.

At breakfast, Harrison asked her, "Is your stomach feeling better?"

"I'm feeling better." Roxanne loved the soup Harrison made. It was rich and thick, and smelled

amazing. It warmed her stomach as she drank.

She gulped down the soup.

Harrison then asked, "Do you remember what you did to me last night?"

Roxanne laughed. "I just kissed you, is it necessary to interrogate me this early in the morning?"

"So you were sober last night, it was intentional?"

"I really just wanted to try what it feels like since I've never kissed anyone before. As my husband, you

should feel lucky, at least I didn't go find another man to try."

"You're quite straightforward."

Harrison, sipping his soup elegantly, had no expression on his face.

He paused, holding the bowl in his hand, his gaze fixed on Roxanne who was drinking the soup without

caring about her image.

She was twenty-eight and had never kissed anyone?

He had briefly asked her about it before, and h

er reply was pretty straightforward.

He wanted to know more about her but acted disinterested, so he didn't ask much.

Now that he knew her better, he suddenly thought Roxanne was a girl with some serious self-respect!

In today's society, middle and high school students got abortions, and it was far too common.

Finding a 28-year-old girl who still hadn’t got her first kiss locked away is a real diamond in the rough.

Harrison was kind of grateful to Vincent now, for landing him a good girl like this.

If Vincent knew what he was thinking, he'd probably ask him, "Harrison, didn't you say that Roxanne

was just an ordinary girl, not to overvalue her? What's with the change of heart? What are you thinking,

Harrison?"