The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 162

"Don't worry too much. At least for the past few days, you're safe," he tightly held Roxanne's hand, his

other hand gently caressing her head, trying to comfort her. "If anyone is really tracking you, I'll protect

you."

For the past few days, Harrison had taken a leave and escorted Roxanne to and from work every day.

This made Roxanne feel much more secure. But Harrison also had his own job. He couldn't stay on

leave to be with her forever. This wasn't a long-term solution. Roxanne was still a bit worried. She

frowned.

It wasn't until Harrison kissed her forehead that she smiled, "Maybe I really am too nervous." How

could she, an ordinary person, be maliciously tracked?

After showering, Roxanne lay in bed and sent some messages. Most of them were work-related.

Harrison walked over, embraced her, and then took her phone. "Since you're at home, you should

focus on being with me," Harrison looked at her somewhat plaintively, "Stop looking at your phone."

Before Harrison could finish his sentence, he kissed Roxanne's lips. He wanted to be close to her. He

missed her scent terribly. She had been working overtime for several days. Every day, after coming

home and showering, she fell asleep within minutes. Harrison felt sorry for her, so he hadn't touched

her for several days. Now, he was feeling restless. After kissing Roxanne for about half a minute, she

pushed him away. She placed her hand on his lips, "Stop it. I'm sending a message to Chloe to follow

up on the Russian orders."

After saying that, she reached for her phone again, ready to continue messaging Chloe. Harrison felt a

bit jealous, "You spend more time with Chloe than you do with me. I'm a failed husband."

"Harrison, why would you be jealous of Chloe?" Roxanne laughed and looked at him, "Chloe and I only

spend time together for work. When we get home, I'm cuddling with you."

She really was just cuddling with him! Nothing else.

But he wasn't satisfied!

Seeing Roxanne open WhatsApp again to message Chloe, Harrison snatched her phone away once

more. Roxanne was about to send a voice message to Chloe. She had just pressed the record button,

but hadn't spoken yet, when Harrison took her phone again. "Stop chatting with Chloe, even about

work. You should be spending time with me."

Roxanne's finger was still on the send voice message button, so everything Harrison said was sent to

Chloe. "Ugh..." Roxanne tried to grab her phone back, "Give me back my phone! Chloe heard

everything you said! She's going to make fun of me again."

"..."

"Let me retract that message."

"Leave it." Harrison tossed the phone aside, then kissed Roxanne several times. His kisses were

becoming more skillful. His sensuous lips moved from slow to fast, from light to deep. In just a few

seconds, Roxanne felt all her strength drain away.

Roxanne used all her willpower to break free from his embrace and reached for her phone. "No! I have

to retract that message, or Chloe will make fun of me."

But it was too late.

When Roxanne snatched her phone back and opened WhatsApp, Chloe had already heard Harrison's

voice and replied with a text message, "Harrison is right. You should be with him and not neglect him.

Wishing you both have fun every night!"

Harrison and she read this reply together, then he kissed her ear and whispered, "See? Don't neglect

me, okay?"

"Alright, alright, I'll talk to Chloe about work tomorrow. But you haven't showered yet. Go wash up. I'll

wait for you."

Roxanne gently pushed Harrison.

Harrison released her and made a salute gesture. "Yes, Mrs. Rodriguez!"

"Alright, stop kidding around. Go take a shower."

While waiting for Harrison to shower, Roxanne lay down. She had been working long hours recently,

with no breaks even at noon. Now, lying on the bed for less than two minutes, she fell asleep. Harrison

was eager for intimacy. He usually took half an hour to shower, but this time he finished in just over ten

minutes. He came out of the bathroom to find Roxanne already fast asleep. She clutched a pillow,

curled up like an extremely tired kitten. Harrison felt disappointed. She didn't wait for him again.

In Harrison's eyes, they still seemed like newlyweds in their honeymoon phase. He wanted to be close

to her every night. But in Roxanne's perspective, they seemed like an old married couple, lacking the

excitement of something new. Did she not miss him during the day? Had the novelty of him truly worn

off?

Harrison felt very let down. He didn't get the comfort he needed, so he was unsatisfied. He crawled into

bed, lightly kissing her earlobe. "Anne, give me a kiss." He tried to awaken her, to have her kiss him.

He kissed her earlobe, her cheek, and even her most sensitive areas, but Roxanne showed no

response. Her only reaction was fatigue. She was just too exhausted. She pushed away his kisses and

touches impatiently, grumbling, "Don't touch me. I'm so tired."

Her voice indeed sounded extremely weary. After saying that, she turned over and went back to sleep.

In less than two seconds, she was back in a deep sleep, her breathing slow and heavy. Harrison, left

with a disappointed expression, was abandoned on the side.

It was another lonely and unbearable night, left feeling neglected by his wife, unable to sleep. It was

late autumn, transitioning into winter, and the weather had turned cold. Harrison had to go back to the

bathroom, using cold water to wash himself from head to toe, forcing his aroused body to calm down.

He couldn't sleep the entire night.

At 6 a.m., just as the day was dawning, Roxanne woke up promptly due to her internal clock. She

turned over, preparing to get up, brush her teeth, and then head quickly to the airport. Harrison, who

had hardly slept a wink, felt her stir and reached out with his long arm. He held her slender waist tightly

and pulled her into his embrace. He opened his eyes, kissed her cheek, and asked, "Had enough

sleep?"

Roxanne responded with a good morning kiss, "Good morning. Did I wake you?"

He had been thinking about her all night.

Harrison turned over, gently yet energetically pressing against her. He quickly undid the buttons of her

nightgown. Roxanne was busy pushing him away. "Harrison, no. I have to pick up a client from the

airport. If I'm late, they'll think we're not serious."

"I'll be quick," Harrison coaxed her, continuing to kiss her most sensitive spots.

Roxanne laughed helplessly. How quick could he be? Even at his fastest, it would still take over an

hour. The company she and Chloe had reopened was just a small trading company, not very large in

scale. Even their office space was rented in Urban Sun Village. In recent days, the economy had been

sluggish, making it difficult to secure orders from Europe and America. They had finally found a client

from Africa. If they could win this client, the company's annual revenue might increase by several

hundred thousand dollars. It was such a great opportunity, she had to seize it.

"No," she forcefully pushed Harrison away, then got out of bed. Harrison wrapped his arms around her

waist from behind, his head against hers. "Don't you miss me?"

"I do." Roxanne turned around, lowered her head, and kissed his forehead. "But I need to make money.

I have to secure this client."

"Am I not important to you?"

"Harrison. Are you jealous?" She chuckled, both crying and laughing.

He had been jealous of Chloe last night, and now he was jealous of her client this morning.

"You're not exactly young anymore. Why are you still so easily jealous like those seventeen or

eighteen-year-olds?"

"How am I not young?"

Indeed, he was still very young. Especially in terms of physical stamina, he might even be stronger

than those in their early twenties.

Roxanne knew this very well.

Harrison tried to pull her back onto the bed. Roxanne slipped out like an eel.

"No means no. I need to freshen up and then hurry to the airport."

Although Harrison's charm was irresistible...

When he opened her clothes and his fingertips touched her skin, it felt like an eternal wildfire sweeping

through her heart. But Roxanne was a practical person. Nothing was more important than making

money. She quickly finished freshening up and changed her clothes.

Harrison had to get up with her. He pretended to be her chivalrous escort, ready to take her to the

airport.

"Harrison, didn't we agree yesterday? You don't need to take a day off to accompany me today. I'll go to

the airport with Chloe. You can take the subway to work."

Harrison looked at Roxanne. She was changing her shoes by the shoe cabinet. "You really don't need

me to take you?"

"Yeah. Haven't I been without a car being tracked these past few days?"

Roxanne put on one shoe and started on the other.

"And with Chloe around, nothing will happen to me. We're meeting a client today. You'd just be in the

way."

She found him bothersome?

Harrison didn't want to be looked down upon by her.

He walked over and said, "Do you need an interpreter to help you receive the client? I'm proficient in

French, Swahili, and Arabic which were popular in Africa. I can assist with translation."

Last time, Harrison mentioned he could speak Russian. Now, he claimed proficiency in several other

languages. Roxanne couldn't help but feel amazed and asked, "Harrison, did you major in diplomacy in

college? How do you know so many languages from different countries?"

"I just know a little," Harrison replied, looking at Roxanne, who had already put on her shoes. He knew

he would have to tell her one day that he spoke many, many languages. Rather than confessing

everything at once, he preferred to let her gradually discover the real him.

Roxanne was impressed by Harrison's versatility and praised him. Although Harrison maintained a

calm exterior upon hearing the praise, he felt joyful inside. "I can accompany you to the airport and

maybe even help with translation."

"No need, you should go to work. This African client speaks French. While I don't know French, Chloe's

proficiency in it is high. She'll be a great translator."

Before they got married, Chloe excelled in various aspects. If she hadn't made so many sacrifices for

marriage, she might be more successful than Roxanne now. Oliver Lewis never truly appreciated

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much better it would be if Chloe didn't know French. Then, he could accompany Roxanne to the airport

in the guise of being a translator and spend more time with her.

Harrison had a feeling that his position in Roxanne's heart might be inferior to Chloe's. The person

Roxanne spent most of her time with every day was Chloe, not him. After Roxanne left, Harrison

deliberately called Jack.

"Don't let the security car get too close. Mrs. Rodriguez is very alert. Don't let her discover anything

else."

"Yes, Mr. Harrison."

"But don't give Hazel Dawson any chance."

"Don't worry, Mr. Harrison. Hazel won't have a chance to directly confront Mrs. Rodriguez."

On that day, Roxanne and Chloe successfully signed a contract with the African client, in a hotel. After

the contract signing, Roxanne and Chloe treated the client to a meal at the hotel and arranged

accommodation for them. By the time everything was settled, it was already 8 p.m.

Hazel had been quite emotionally unstable these days. She always wanted to make others as

miserable as she was. She wanted to make Harrison, the culprit, as miserable as she was. She tracked

Roxanne every day, hoping to expose Harrison's true face in front of Roxanne, but Harrison's

bodyguards didn't give Hazel any chance. Even though she knew Roxanne's whereabouts, Hazel

couldn't get close to her. The more she pursued, the more vigilant the people arranged by Jack

became.

When Roxanne went to the airport, Jack had a car follow her the whole way. Since being discovered by

Roxanne previously, they changed the vehicle they used every day, making sure Roxanne wouldn't

notice. On the way to the hotel to sign the contract, there were also people covertly protecting her.

Roxanne was highly alert. Even though she didn't have any evidence right now, she still had a feeling

someone was watching her.

After accompanying the client to the hotel for rest, Roxanne held Chloe's hand and stood in the hotel

lobby. She pretended to bend down to tie her shoelaces and whispered Chloe's name.

Chloe didn't hear what she said clearly. "Roxanne, what did you say? Speak louder."

Roxanne gestured for her to also bend down. Then she whispered, "Chloe, have you noticed that we

seem to be followed?"

"Really?" Chloe looked around.

Roxanne grabbed her. "Don't look around! Do you see that woman in high heels and a white fur coat?

Doesn't she seem a bit strange?"

Chloe glanced, "Really? Why would a woman be following you?"

"Did you get a clear look? Actually, she's not a woman. She seems like a man dressed up. Even her

hair looks like a wig."

"Really?"

Chloe wanted to take another look but was held back by Roxanne. "Don't deliberately look now. If he

realizes we've noticed him, it could be trouble. Let's leave quickly."

She pulled Chloe and briskly walked out of the hotel lobby. The bodyguard dressed as a woman patted

the earpiece hidden in her wig and said to her companion, "The target has left the lobby. Stay close.

I've been spotted. The target might have already sensed I'm following her."

The captain of the bodyguards, Jackson, who controlled everything, admired Mrs. Rodriguez's

perceptiveness. He had even disguised the bodyguard as a woman, yet she still noticed?

Mrs. Rodriguez's vigilance was truly strong. Roxanne got into the red Porsche and didn't even have

time to fasten her seatbelt before driving off. Chloe reminded her, "Roxanne, fasten your seatbelt first.

Don't rush."

Roxanne quickly drove out of the underground parking lot. The surveillance coverage here was low, so

she needed to leave quickly. "Chloe, please help me navigate to the nearest police station."

"Why do you need to go to the police station?"

As she started the engine, four other cars around her also started theirs. The people in the cars looked

like couples, mother-daughter pairs, or friends traveling together. They appeared to be guests of this

hotel, but Roxanne couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Especially the chubby man in the

car opposite. He had appeared in her line of sight three times already. He must be following her.

"You navigate first. I'll tell you after we reach the police station."

Chloe complied and searched for the nearest police station on her phone's map. Roxanne drove there

quickly while calling Harrison. "Harrison, where are you?"

"I'm still working overtime at the office. What's wrong, Roxanne?" Hearing the urgency in her voice,

Harrison quickly reassured, "Don't worry. Take your time telling me."

"I might be being followed again. Can you come to the police station on Dragonrow Avenue to pick me

up?"