The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 129

"You're just not the same guy I used to know."

The old Harrison was always rational and restrained. But now, he seemed to have boundless energy and can't keep his hands off her. The guy had completely lost his old cool. It was clear that once a guy got a taste of the sweet stuff, he would be hooked.

And they were still in the bathroom!

Harrison was lying in front of her, planting a light kiss on her lips. His breath was as hot as molten lava. He leaned into Roxanne and confessed, "Truth is, I've been hooked on you for a long time. Your looks, your figure, your personality, and your soul - everything about you."

As he confessed, he kept kissing her, moving from her cheek down to her earlobe. Roxanne was feeling all kinds of ticklish. She wrapped her arms around Harrison's neck and whispered his name.

"Harrison, what happened to your gentlemanly manners?"

"No more pretending," Harrison kissed her earlobe and then led her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower. "Shall we take a shower together?"

"Put me down first. Let's make it clear - we're just taking a shower, no funny business. Once we're done, we can pick up where we left off."

Roxanne was hanging onto his waist. Harrison was carrying her effortlessly.

"Harrison," she patted his shoulder lightly, "put me down."

"Nope."

"You must have a strong waist, doesn't it hurt carrying me?"

"What's the big deal?" He pinched her nose playfully and then leaned her against the wall, letting the hot shower wash over them.

Their clothes were thin and got soaked quickly. The wet clothes clung to their bodies, becoming translucent.

Roxanne's sexy figure was now fully on display. Harrison was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, losing all control.

The room was filled with steam, quickly fogging up the shower door. Amidst the mist, their bodies were increasingly entwined. Roxanne's foot was reflected on the shower door. Her toes were gripping the glass tightly. As they moved, the door shook, finally settling down a while later.

In the end, Roxanne was still being held by Harrison. Water droplets were slowly falling from their skin. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or shower water.

Harrison kissed Roxanne's neck, then gently lay on her chest. "Anne, are you some kind of a witch?"

"Harrison," Roxanne kissed his cheek, "I must say you're really strong." From the moment they entered the bathroom till now, he'd been holding her. They had also been having intense sex. This was more physically demanding than playing a full match of soccer.

She saw that he was still energetic after all that, but she was really tired. She leaned on his shoulder. "Harrison, help me rinse off and then carry me back to the bedroom to rest, okay?"

"Okay."

Then he finally put her down, gently washing her all over. He wrapped her in a large towel and carried her in his arms. On the way back to the bedroom, he looked down at the visibly exhausted Roxanne. His eyes were full of tenderness and affection. After he put her on the bed, she was so tired she didn't even want to dress. She just wanted to sleep immediately.

"Your hair is still wet, wait till it's dry before you sleep, okay?" He gently stroked her hair.

"No," Roxanne turned away from him, "I'm really tired and sleepy."

He'd got so much energy. She was barely hanging on, wanting desperately to sleep.

Harrison can't do anything about it. It was all his fault. He'd been too indulgent with her, keeping her up for so long. He got up to fetch the hairdryer.

"You sleep first, I'll dry your hair."

He sat on the bed, spreading her hair on his lap, combing it strand by strand, and drying it with warm air. His fingers ran through her hair, from root to tip. Her hair was so smooth. It felt like silk.

Roxanne was half asleep. She felt him drying her hair and turned over. She rolled to her side, one arm draped over his leg. She hugged his thigh, her face against it. "Honey, you're so good," she closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Her face was full of contentment.

Harrison stopped drying her hair and looked at her. "What did you just call me?"

Roxanne, still half asleep, answered him, "Honey."

He was delighted, "Say it again."

"Honey! You're so good..."

Her voice was getting softer. She was really sleepy. The smile on her lips slowly faded away. Soon, she fell asleep. She looked like a lazy little kitten when she was sleeping.

He carefully moved her hand off his leg. She frowned, seemingly unhappy. She just wanted to sleep hugging his leg.

Harrison didn't dare to move. He just let her hold on. He fixed her hair again, looking at her carefully. Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, making her face look even more delicate and charming.

Harrison's heart was racing. He wanted to wake her up and make love to her again. Was he too energetic? But he cherished her and didn't want to disturb her sleep.

Roxanne was sound asleep. He carefully moved her hand, lay beside her, gently held her, and fell asleep together.

The next day.

Roxanne slept in late. Even though the curtains in the bedroom were almost completely drawn, the sunlight still managed to shine in when the wind blew the curtains. Roxanne shielded her eyes with her hand and got up.

Harrison was already gone.

She was not wearing anything. She wrapped herself in the blanket and shouted, "Harrison, bring me my skirt, and my underwear and bra, the black set."

Harrison was in the living room. He was in a video conference with the company's top management. They all heard Roxanne's voice. The video conference fell into an awkward silence.

Everyone was holding back their laughter.

Alexander suddenly spoke, "Harrison, your wife is calling you to help her dress. Hurry up, we'll wait for you."

Harrison frowned. He quickly shut off the computer. He walked to the bedroom door and saw Roxanne. Her hair was slightly messy, but she was still beautiful.

Just waking up, she was still quite a sight. Maybe because she just got up, her complexion looked even better. Her cheeks were rosy and she looked really healthy.

Harrison walked over, couldn't resist bending down and giving her a light kiss. "Which dress do you wanna wear?" He asked, leaning in for another kiss.

She dodged him, "Don't kiss me. I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Harrison just chuckled.

She finally answered him, "The white V-neck dress on the balcony."

"Are you sure? A white dress with black underwear?"

"Don't worry, the dress is of good quality. It's not see-through."

After she put on the dress he handed her, it was indeed not see-through. Harrison was finally reassured. But looking at her, he still frowned, "Do you think this dress might be a bit too revealing?"

Tying her belt, Roxanne glared at him, "Revealing? The hemline is at my ankles; it's not like those mini skirts."

Dressed in white, with her youthful, high ponytail, she was a mix of charm and grace. Quite a head-turner.

Harrison frowned, "Maybe you should just wear jeans and a shirt." His beautiful wife, he wanted her all to himself.