The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 328

After hanging up the call from Alexander, Harrison slid his phone into the pocket of his dress pants,

missing the WhatsApp notification that had popped up.

"Who's calling this late? Something urgent?" Roxanne inquired offhandedly.

"Just Alexander, don't mind him."

Harrison stood up, taking Roxanne's hand in his once more.

His tall, handsome figure cast a shadow over her slender form, making her seem almost fragile beside

him.

He playfully tapped her nose, "Let's go, the moon is too beautiful tonight to waste. We'll walk back to

the estate."

"Why don't we wait for Anthony to bring the car around?"

Roxanne glanced toward the hilltop.

Flowers blanketed the landscape, extending up to the very peak.

The road meandered and spiraled on for miles in the distance.

Walking back would surely take over an hour.

"My legs are sore," she admitted, feeling the fatigue.

"I'll carry you," offered Harrison, squatting down with a steady stance.

"No, thanks," Roxanne refused, "I'm quite heavy."Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Come on," Harrison insisted, already scooping up her legs and lifting her. "I won't hear any

complaints."

"But what if someone sees us, or if Anthony drives by?"

"He'll pretend he didn't see anything."

"I'm telling you, I'm heavy."

"With you? Please, you're as light as a feather."

"Excuse me? I'm not that skinny!"

But she wasn't, was she? She was shapely where it counted, after all.

They walked a while before she stopped insisting on being let down. Harrison carried her with ease,

and she settled comfortably against his broad shoulders.

They hadn't gone far when Anthony, indeed, drove by in a Lincoln. Seeing Mr. Harrison with his wife on

his back, he chose not to interrupt their intimate moment, accelerating away with a thoughtful smile.

"Hey?" Roxanne called out, watching the car fade into the distance with a hint of disappointment. "Why

didn't Anthony stop?"

"He knows his boss well," Harrison said, striding up the hill.

"Just don't complain when you get tired," Roxanne nestled against his back, feeling entitled to the

comfort.

Harrison glanced back with a smirk. "Are you doubting my strength?"

He was a fitness enthusiast, often joining Alexander and others for boot camps. He could run for miles

with a twenty-kilo weight on his back. Carrying her up the estate was nothing.

By the time they reached the villa, Harrison had broken a sweat, but he wasn't tired. It was past eleven

at night.

Vincent was still awake, having spent time in the nursery. With age, his sleep had dwindled, and he

found solace in watching Angela slumber.

Seeing the couple return home, arm in arm, Vincent descended the staircase to greet them.

"Dad, why are you still up?" Roxanne asked first.

Vincent's eyes held unshed tears, but the reason remained unspoken.

"Ah, Angela's been asleep for a while," Vincent said. "You must be tired from the hospital visit."

"It was fine. I'm just glad Evelyn's okay."

Vincent nodded. "You should go rest. I need to discuss something with Harrison."

Roxanne headed upstairs, leaving the two men alone.

"What is it, Dad?"

"The matter of your remarriage to Roxanne and the issue of Angela."

Vincent's voice carried a weight of concern. The shadow of international interest in 6G technology and

the Rodriguez family lingered ominously. Harrison's expression darkened. "What are you suggesting?"

Vincent spoke succinctly, and Harrison relaxed slightly. "We're on the same page, Dad."

"I thought you might arrange it this way, but it'll be hard on Roxanne," Vincent replied solemnly.

Harrison assured him, "I'll take care of Roxanne's side of things."

After Roxanne ascended, Vincent sat down, burdened with the legacy and the safety of his family.

"Dad." Harrison wanted to ask about his mother, but the words halted on his lips. The pain was still too

raw for Vincent, even after all these years.

Vincent stood to leave. "Get some rest."

Pausing, he turned back. "Oh, and Harrison, when you have Mr. Johnson and Victor handle those

documents, include my share for Roxanne and Angela."

"But Dad."

"Money is fleeting," Vincent sighed. "What do I need it for at my age?"

If wealth could bring back the dead, he would have Rita by his side. They'd spend their days tending to

a farm, content with their family.

But Rita was gone, and the wishful thinking brought no solace.

"I'm off to sleep," Vincent declared, intending to live long enough to see his cherished granddaughter

walk down the aisle.

When it came to finding a reliable boyfriend for Angela, he knew he'd have to play the gatekeeper.

After fretting over Harrison's own wedding, he now had the future worry of Angela walking down the

aisle.

So, he had to keep himself in tip-top shape, aiming for a ripe old age.

When Harrison returned, Roxanne had already taken her shower.

Perhaps it had been too long since they were apart, because Harrison knocked politely on the door,

"Anne, may I come in?"

Roxanne sat in front of the vanity, a face mask smoothing over her features.

She turned and hummed an affirmation.

Only then did Harrison push the door open and step inside.

Roxanne patted the mask on her face, then stood up and asked, "Harrison, did you notice your dad

had tears in his eyes when you got back? It looked like he might have been crying. Do you think he

was missing your mom again?"

"Could be," Harrison moved closer. "Apart from missing Mom, nothing else really gets to him like that."

"It's tough for him."

He took hold of her waist, gently pulling her into his embrace, "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

With the mask on, her expression was unreadable.

But from the glimpse of her eyes, one could see she was serious.

Harrison gave her a pitiful look.

As if begging her to let him stay the night.

She pretended to be stern, "No way, you haven't earned that privilege yet."

"Then I guess I'll have to pull out all the stops." Harrison knew exactly how to touch her weak spots.

Bending down, he planted soft kisses on her earlobe and behind her ear.

Quickly, Roxanne's resistance melted away.

She seemed ready to collapse into his arms.

Years had passed without sharing a bed, and Harrison had only gotten more skilled at arousing her.

She pushed him away, "Go take a shower."

"Your wish is my command!" Harrison bolted to the bathroom with swift steps.

He scrubbed himself clean, emerging spotless and stark naked.

At that very moment, Roxanne accidentally accepted a video call from Harrison.

She hadn't meant to, but Alexander had been calling insistently, and she worried he might have an

emergency, so she hit the accept button.

She was positioned with her back to the bathroom door.

The video connected.

Before Alexander could utter a word, he caught sight of a bare Harrison stepping out of the bathroom.

Having been brothers-in-arms for so long, Alexander had never been privy to such a sight.

Roxanne, a bit mortified, immediately ended the call.