The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 120

Roxanne couldn't hold back her joy and gave away a little smile.

Finally, Harrison couldn't hold back today, huh?

She remembered their wedding registration day, this man was as cold as ice, straightforward and

insisted that they won't share a bed.

"Harrison, don't you think you're contradicting yourself?" Roxanne asked, giggling, her arm still around

his neck.

Harrison didn't give a damn about her sarcasm, he continued to kiss her passionately. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

After their contact just now, his moves became more skillful.

Subconsciously, both of them were lost in each other's arms, eyes shut.

They were all in, forgetting the passage of time, where and when they were, the world spinning around,

everything.

The only thing left in the world was their mutual desire and need.

Harrison was reluctant to leave her sweet lips, wanting to have all of her.

But in the end, he still retained some rationality, reluctantly pulling away from her lips, lifting his head.

Roxanne opened her eyes, looking at the paused Harrison, she whispered, "What's wrong?"

Harrison frowned, answering, "Roxanne, I can't."

"Didn't you just say you wanted me?"

"I'm afraid you'll regret it."

He held her tightly, gently stroking her hair.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if hiding some secrets.

His fingers touched her face, gently caressing her delicate skin.

His eyes were filled with tenderness, passion, restraint, and deep worry and fear.

Roxanne closed her eyes, leaning against his warm palm, whispering, "Harrison, I won't regret it. I'm

willing."

She lifted her head, looking at him tenderly.

"Besides, we're husband and wife. We should do what husband and wife do." She chuckled naughtily.

They had missed so much time, meeting each other so late.

Even though they were married, legal, and had been together for nearly three months.

Roxanne didn't want to have any regrets.

Tonight, she would become his woman.

She wanted this man, the only one she acknowledged, to have her completely, belong to her.

She gently jumped onto his waist.

This man's waist was really strong, full of strength.

She straddled his waist, he stood firm and straight, easily supporting her.

She held his neck tighter, teasing, "Harrison, let's share the sweetness of love tonight. Let me taste

you, see how delicious you are."

With that, she leaned down, kissing his thin lips.

She also had more skills now.

Soon, Harrison's mind was led by her again.

He held Roxanne, came to her bedroom, and fell onto her soft bed with her.

The bed had great bounce.

The moment they fell, the bed bounced, making her cling tighter to him.

Harrison's hand, almost instantly reached into her clothes, touching her underwear, then he took off her

underwear.

In that moment, Harrison's movements stopped.

He held Roxanne's underwear in his hand, eyes full of restraint.

Roxanne also blushed, opening her eyes.

"Harrison!" She gently called his name.

Her voice, suddenly so pleasing to the ear that Harrison's determination was about to be completely

shaken.

"Roxanne, you're so beautiful!"

"I don't need your compliments." Roxanne playfully responded, biting his Adam's apple, then leaning

close to his ear, whispering, "I want you to fuck me crazy."

"Anne."

He gently called her name, as if he wanted to give her all the tenderness in the world.

"You don't know enough about me, I'm really afraid you'll regret."

He didn't even tell her his real identity.

He wasn't that honest.

He had already planned to divorce in a year before their marriage.

Even, he accepted her prenuptial agreement, tacitly approving the plan that she would not take a

penny of his pre-marital property if they divorce.

He was guarded against her, had calculations.

Yet she, on their first day of marriage, accepted the news of his bankruptcy, didn't blame him for

deceiving the marriage contract, even willing to lend him a hundred grand to help him through.

Harrison felt ashamed.

This shame made him unable to let go.

In addition to hiding his identity, Harrison felt even more guilty.

He was afraid that if he suddenly told her his real identity, she would feel cheated, angry, leave him, he

would lose her.

But if he didn't say it, he felt even more uneasy.

He lay on top of her, holding her, but carefully avoiding all his weight on her, his hands on the bed,

looking at her seriously and tenderly.

"Roxanne, if I tell you, I'm actually the richest man in Seraphim Haven, would you believe me?"