The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 337

Roxanne discovered that Harrison possessed a stamina that was nothing short of impressive.

All the way he carried her up the stairs from the dining room, through the walk-in closet, and into the

bathroom, he had held her against his hips without so much as a huff, and his strength seemed to even

grow with each step.

Considering last night's passionate encounter, Harrison was keen not to hurt her again. After all, it had

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His foreplay that evening was even more extensive than the night before. While the bath was filling, he

kissed her continuously, pressing his feather-light lips against her soft, creamy skin.

It took a good fifteen minutes for the tub to fill, and for those fifteen minutes, Roxanne was lost in his

kisses. Perhaps due to the warm water or the electricity of his touch, her body was supple and yielding

like water.

"Still nervous?" he asked gently.

"A little," she admitted.

Four years was a long time.

Without a man's touch, a woman could easily become parched.

In the water, she clung to his shoulders as he lifted her out and placed her back onto his hips. "Then

let's take it slow today."

Holding her waist, he nuzzled her pale neck, and kissed along her collarbone and down the valley of

her breasts.

When the foreplay finally ended, the surface of the bathwater shimmered under the lights, with waves

rippling outwards. Like the waves, the passion between them grew more tumultuous with time and

refused to settle.

The warm water continued pouring from the faucets, just as Harrison's energy seemed to flow without

end. A man starved for four years was like a wolf that could never be fully sated.

When the waters finally calmed, Roxanne had barely had a moment's rest before he was upon her

again.

They paused only once, and continued until the wee hours of the morning.

In the children's room.

Little Angela, who had skipped dinner, dreamed that she was gnawing on barbecued ribs. The ribs

were from a piglet which her Grandpa had slaughtered. It was sizzling over charcoal, seasoned with

cumin and chili powder, and dripping with succulent fat.

She was so eager to take a bite.

When Grandpa handed her a rib and she bit it down, Angela suddenly awoke to find herself in an

unfamiliar room, and she was utterly confused.

Wasn't she just eating ribs with Grandpa?

Why was she now in a strange house, shrouded in darkness?

As she stirred, the night light flicked on, guiding her as she toddled out of bed.

She wasn't at Grandpa's country house, nor was she in Harrison's villa in Grandeur Meadows; this was

a place she'd never been before.

Feeling scared and alone, she followed a strange noise, pushed open a door, only to see her mother's

picture on the wall.

Pushing open another door, she found her parents' clothes.

And as she opened yet another door, the noises grew louder.

Harrison and Roxanne, too engrossed in each other, didn't notice their little girl's arrival.

Angela, with her bare feet patting on the damp floor, saw her parents in the tub, both naked.

"Mommy, Daddy, what game are you playing?" Her innocent, curious voice halted Harrison's

movements.

Roxanne, gripping the edge of the tub with her feet, slid down into the water, with her back tensing.

Angela approached, "Can I play the game with you?"

"Get out of here," Roxanne pushed against Harrison's chest, and then gestured to Angela, "Come here

to Mommy, sweetheart."

Obediently, Angela walked over but she was quickly blinded by her mother's hands.

"Let's play hide and seek with Daddy," Roxanne cooed. "When he's hidden, we'll look for him together,

okay?"

"I don't wanna do it," Angela grumbled, trying to pry her mother's fingers away and peeking through the

gaps. The more she was told not to look, the more curious she became.

With no other choice, Roxanne kicked Harrison sharply, and gave him a stern look, signaling him to get

dressed

Harrison moved quickly, donning the bathrobe hanging nearby in under ten seconds, and scooping up

his daughter, whose curiosity seemed endless.

"What were you and Mommy doing, Daddy?" Angela asked, still in his arms.

Uh-oh.

Harrison's face was the picture of embarrassment, a rare sight for a man who was as suave and

composed as he usually was.

Thankfully, Angela's stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly, and Harrison seized the opportunity

to change the subject. "Did our little Angela wake up because she's hungry?"

Nodding, she replied, "I dreamed Grandpa was cooking pork ribs for me."

Distracted by the thought of succulent ribs, Angela's mind was no longer on the "game."

"Daddy, I really want some ribs," she said wistfully.

"We might not have ribs at home. How about I make you some noodles?"

"I only want Grandpa's ribs from the piglet he raised."

Harrison was at a loss. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't possibly ask Grandpa to

slaughter a pig right then and there. But dealing with Angela's craving was certainly easier than

explaining the adult "game."

So, in the dead of night, Harrison called his father, Vincent.

Vincent was a light sleeper and had been struggling to fall back asleep. Just as he finally dozed off,

Harrison's call startled him awake.

"What on earth do you want at this hour? Can't you wait until morning?" Vincent grumbled, feeling

annoyed.

"It's about Angela," Harrison said, then he decided to wait until morning to explain it.

But the mention of his granddaughter perked Vincent right up. "Is Angela sick?"

"No, she just wants some barbecued pork ribs," Harrison explained.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. "That's easy to fix. I'll wake Zoey up and have her prepare some ribs

for Angela right away."

And so, in the middle of the night, the household was set in motion for the sake of a little girl's craving

for her Grandpa's home-cooked ribs.

He had always been the kind of grandpa who believed in providing for his family, and that meant to

ensure that his ranch was stocked with the best livestock around. His prized pigs, cattle, sheep, and

chickens were all raised with one purpose in mind: to fill the bellies of his daughter-in-law Roxanne and

his beloved granddaughter Angela with hearty, home-cooked meals.

No sooner had Angela mentioned her craving for some good ol' barbecue ribs than he sprang into

action. Within a couple of hours, Angela was sinking her teeth into succulent pork ribs that Grandpa

had personally grilled and delivered in his pickup truck.

The flavor was just as she had dreamed it would be. She savored the ribs seasoned perfectly with

cumin and chili powder, and with each bite her mouth released a delightful burst of spicy and aromatic

oil that made her taste buds dance with joy.

After indulging in the rich and smoky feast, Vincent chimed in, "Angela, Grandpa also brought you

some fruits to help cut through the richness. How about some cherries?"

Angela popped the plump, juicy cherries into her mouth, one after another. These weren't just any

cherries; they were a special cultivar, painstakingly developed and grafted by agricultural experts at

Vincent's request. These cherries were sweeter, larger, and fresher than the renowned ones.

But Angela wasn't the only one with a taste for these luscious fruits. Vincent turned to Roxanne with a

gentle offer, "Roxanne, I know you have a soft spot for cherries too. Why don't you have some?"

Roxanne, though, stifled a yawn. She didn't have an appetite for anything at the moment. After a long

night of dealing with Harrison's antics, all she wanted was to catch some sleep. But dawn was already

breaking, painting a pale glow of light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Just as the day was beginning to stir, Harrison's phone rang with an urgent call. It was Alexander on

the line, "Harrison, we've got news about Nora."