The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 302

"Harrison, don't go."

Roxanne clung to Harrison's waist with her head buried in his back. Her entire body was molding to his

in a soft surrender. Her consciousness was a blend of clarity and intoxication, as though she was Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

caught between a dream and stark reality.

Harrison felt his own mind constricted. His tall and commanding figure stiffened momentarily as a fierce

rush of blood surged from his gut to his head. His hands carefully rose to rest on Roxanne's arms,

which were wrapped around his front.

Her skin was feverishly hot to the touch.

"Roxanne, what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to turn around, but she just held on tighter. Resigned,

he patted her arms gently and looked back over his shoulder. His voice was soothing. "Sweetheart, I'm

just going to fetch you a glass of water, and then I'll be right back."

The sudden change of Roxanne’s attitude and behaviour sent Harrison's body into overdrive. His

nerves was taut as if they were strings on a guitar. The floodgates within him opened, releasing his

most primal desires: the intense physical need of a man in his prime, coupled with the tender love

buried deep in his heart. He wanted to sweep Roxanne off her feet, throw her onto the bed, and claim

her passionately.

But Harrison didn't.

Instead, he turned around carefully. "Roxanne, tell me where it hurts."

Her eyes sparkled with a feverish light, her gaze intoxicating and inviting. Her hands reached for his

arms, and her cheeks flushed an unusual shade of red. In that moment, Harrison realized what was

happening.

Whipping out his phone, he dialed Evelyn.

Evelyn, who had been chasing after Dominic without success, was interrupted by Harrison's call.

"Harrison, what's up?"

"What the hell did you do to your Roxanne?" Harrison demanded, his voice laced with accusation.

Evelyn giggled innocently. "Nothing at all. Roxanne said she felt unwell, so I suggested you check on

her. What's wrong?"

Looking down at the woman like a kitten in heat in his arms, whose cheeks completely flushed. She

licked her soft lips and started fumbling around his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders.

“Evelyn, what did you give her?"

"Give her? Harrison, I don't know what you're talking about," Evelyn feigned ignorance, even though

she had orchestrated this opportunity for the couple.

Concerned about potential side effects, Harrison pressed, "What did you feed her? Could it bring any

side effects?"

Evelyn sighed. "Alright, Harrison. I admit it. I added something to Roxanne's cake, but it's harmless. It's

a concoction of deer antler and a blend of herbs. It's completely safe."

"Where did you get these?"

Evelyn bristled at the thought that she had done something unseemly. It wasn't her creation. Obtaining

the herbs had been a journey starting years back when she was pursuing Dominic. Her assistant gave

her this 'love potion' recipe to help, but she refused to stoop to such tactics to win Dominic over. She

wanted his heart first and his body willingly after. The recipe remained unused until now, when she saw

it possible to mend Harrison and Roxanne's relationship.

Harrison wasn't buying it. "You're not helping."

"Don't worry, Harrison. The herbs only act as an aphrodisiac with no side effects. Once everything

settles, just talk to Roxanne. Be honest about your feelings, and she'll come back to you."

Harrison hung up, frustrated with Evelyn's meddling. Roxanne already resented him. If he took

advantage of her now, it would only make things worse. He could not do that.

But in that moment, with Roxanne so bewitching, Harrison's resolve was tested.

"Harrison, can you kiss me?" she whispered in a soft voice.

Harrison's entire being yearned to respond.

"Roxanne, you're not in your right mind," he said, pushing her away. He wouldn't force her, not like this.

But Roxanne's pout almost broke him. Despite knowing her behavior was drug-induced, part of him

wanted to believe she truly needed him, to return to the sweet times they once shared. Yet he knew

she didn’t.

With tenderness, he picked her up. "Come on, let's get you a cold shower."

It took half an hour to calm Roxanne down. Afraid she'd catch a cold from the shower, he hurriedly

dressed her and tucked her into bed, turning on the heater to keep her warm. Every second was an

agony of restraint. In Roxanne's presence, his self-control was nonexistent.

He was just too terrified of hurting her, so he kept himself in check the whole time.

After she fell asleep, he reluctantly took a cold shower to calm his raging thoughts down.

It was half past nine in the evening.

Harrison called Vincent Rodriguez. "Dad, could you take Angela back to the estate and drop her off at

the kindergarten tomorrow morning? Roxanne's feeling under the weather, I'm staying with her at the

hotel."

"The hotel?" Vincent's senses sharpened instantly, "Harrison, don't tell me you two are thinking of

getting back together?"

"Dad, you're reading too much into it," Harrison replied, "But I'm going to try."

Vincent sighed deeply, knowing all too well that Roxanne wouldn’t forgive Harrison easily.

He then asked with concern, "What's wrong with Roxanne? Did she overwork herself planning Angela's

birthday party?"

"Yeah," Harrison didn't want to go into details, "I'm hanging up now."

The next morning.

Roxanne woke up at ten, puzzled to find herself in a hotel bed.

Turning her head, she saw Harrison sitting on the sofa and tapping away at his laptop. It deepened her

bewilderment. "Why am I here?"

"You're awake?" Harrison looked up from his screen, and his demeanor remained cool and composed,

"You said you felt dizzy last night, so I brought you up here to rest. You've slept till now. Have you been

overworking it lately?"

Roxanne could only remember bits and pieces of being brought to rest by Harrison.

And then there was a fuzzy dream.

She seemed to be all over him, showering Harrison with kisses and demanding more affection. She

was even frantically trying to unbuckle his belt.

Could it be because she had a couple of drinks at Angela's birthday party and got drunk?

That couldn't be right.

She could hold her liquor pretty well.

Feeling uneased, she quickly said, "Thanks for bringing me up to rest, Harrison. I didn't do anything to

you last night, did I?"

Harrison remained unfazed, his deep eyes steady and calm, "Why, did you want to do something to

me?"