The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 116

Harrison couldn't handle Roxanne's fervor and initiative.

He felt a rush of blood to his lower abdomen.

Taking a sharp intake of breath,

As he exhaled, his hot breath blasted on Roxanne's face, heavy with the scent of masculine hormones.

Seeing his strong reaction, Roxanne chuckled mischievously.

"Harrison, you're so easy to fluster!"

He was such an innocent man. She simply teased him a little, and his body tensed up instantly.

"If you keep teasing me like this, we're bound to do something."

Harrison wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

His palm was full of masculine strength yet incredibly gentle.

He had no idea when his firm resolve crumbled under her.

His reason was now under her control.

He was on the verge of losing control.

"It's okay." Roxanne laughed mischievously again, "After all, I'm ready. I have decided to spend the rest of my life with you. My body is yours, sooner or later. But what about you, Harrison, are you ready?"

Her nose lightly bumped against Harrison's.

They were close, their breaths mingling, hot as fire.

Roxanne still had that mischievous smile on her face.

But Harrison was about to lose his sanity, his voice hoarse, "Roxanne, not tonight."

Roxanne lowered her head.

Her hand, dangling around his neck, landed on the buttons of his pajamas.

She lightly tapped, as if to tap open his heart.

"Are you sure, not tonight?"

"Roxanne, give me some more time." He kissed her forehead deeply.

Lifting her head, she chuckled mischievously, "Tonight, you really don't want to sleep with me?"

"I want to." He was resolute, "But I can't."

"Alright then." Roxanne took a step back, smiling sweetly at him, "Good night."

She turned and went into the bedroom, gently closing the door.

She didn't give Harrison any chance to change his mind.

Leaning against the door, Roxanne felt like she was about to die of embarrassment.

She had been too forward, too unrestrained, too bold.

But seeing Harrison's flustered look, she found it amusing!

After all, he was her husband.

She could tease him if she wanted to.

No one could interfere.

Now her relationship with Harrison was going well.

She liked this natural progression.

After snuggling into bed, Roxanne was in a good mood.

That night, she slept well.

She thought she could sleep till dawn.

But after a beautiful dream, she entered a nightmare.

She had always been a vivid dreamer since childhood.

Maybe it was because she didn't have enough to eat as a child and was poorly nourished, or maybe it's because she never felt secure, and therefore, she had a lot of dreams.

In the middle of the night, she cried out.

"Mom, can't you take me with you? Mom, please, take me with you."

"I can't afford to raise you, don't follow me."

"Mom, I don't eat much, I'm sure you can afford to raise me, please take me with you."

"How can I remarry if you keep following me? Get lost."

"Mom! Mom!! Mom…"

She couldn't see her mother's face clearly.

So many years had passed, she could no longer remember her mother's face.

The only clear memory was that her mother heartlessly kicked her away and left her in the heavy snow that day.

It was very cold!

After being kicked away, she fell to the ground, hit a stone, and bled a lot.

The bright red blood stained the snow.

When she woke up, Roxanne realized that she was drenched in cold sweat in the warm room.

It had been a long time since she had woken up from a nightmare crying in the middle of the night.

She couldn't remember how long it had been.

Since marrying Harrison, she had only had one nightmare of being abandoned by her parents, and never again.

She thought that having Harrison with her could heal the shadows of her childhood.

But that wasn't the case.

The saying didn't lie to her:

Lucky people use their childhood to heal their lives, unlucky people use their lives to heal their childhood.

And she was the latter.

"Roxanne!! Roxanne, are you okay? Roxanne, open the door."

Outside, Harrison was knocking on the door vigorously.

Roxanne wiped the tears from her dream-soaked eyes, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went to open the door.

"Roxanne, are you okay?"

Harrison looked at her, his eyes full of worry.

There were no lights on in the room.

The light from the hallway shone on her teary eyes.

Her eyes were red, like a rabbit's.

Harrison felt a pang of heartache,

"I heard you crying, calling for mom."

"I'm fine." Roxanne smiled, "I just had a nightmare."

She shouldn't keep dwelling on her childhood.

After all, she had Harrison now.

"Harrison, I really want to hug you."

Harrison held her tightly without hesitation.

He held her slender body tightly.

His strength was just right, firm but not painful.

"Harrison, thank you."

She leaned against his chest, her head on his shoulder.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for being in my life."

"Silly girl."

He gently tousled her hair, feeling incredibly heartbroken.

If anyone should be thanked, it should be him thanking her.

It was her presence in his life that let him taste the flavor of love.

She made this workaholic, who only knew about work, yearn for a home, come down from his high place, and truly feel this world.

Otherwise, he'd still be that desireless workaholic.

No wonder his father was worried about him.

"I'll stay with you tonight." Harrison still held her.

She lifted her head, "Are you willing to put down your pride and sleep with me?"

"I can sleep with you." Harrison replied.

"Weren't you saying it's not the time yet?"

"What are you thinking?" Harrison gently tapped her head, "I'm a rational person, I won't do anything excessive."

"You're too rational."

"I just fear that you'll have nightmares and feel upset, I just want to hold you."

"Okay, let's sleep together."

She took his hand and they went back to bed together.

This was the first time Harrison had lain in her bed.

The bed was filled with a captivating scent, the same as the scent of her body wash.

Compared to the pungent perfume of those socialites, the scent on Roxanne's bed was simply intoxicating.

Roxanne was lying on her side in bed.

Her sour mood from just waking up from a dream was instantly cured because of Harrison's presence.

With one hand on her waist, Harrison gently held her close.

Maybe holding her like this would bring her some comfort.

"Hey, you've never shared your childhood memories with me. Would you share them now?" He asked.

"Don't you already know?" She replied.

She snuggled into him, resting her head on his other arm.

His arm was strong and sturdy, like a harbor, radiantly warm and secure.

She really liked this feeling.

She extended a finger, lightly touching his protruding Adam's apple.