The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 316

Harrison was well aware that despite Roxanne's claims of being hard to win over, deep down, she had already forgiven him. He cradled the back of her head and pulled her close into an embrace.

"Roxanne, are you not mad at me anymore?" he whispered, his voice laced with guilt.

In a desperate bid for her forgiveness, he had put her through an emotional rollercoaster, a jest flirting with life and death.

She must have been in sheer agony these past couple of days, he thought. He was a jerk, no doubt about it.

But except through this extreme measure, he couldn't think of any other way to hasten her forgiveness.

He kissed her hair gently and said, "Roxanne, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you like that. It was wrong to make you suffer so."

Roxanne struggled in his arms, her fists pounding against his chest, seeking release from his hold.

He grasped her hands, his eyes brimming with remorse and pain, "Roxanne, are you still upset with me?"

"What do you think? Is that the kind of joke you can just throw around?" Roxanne feigned severity, though her heart wasn't in it.

She wasn't truly blaming him. As long as he was alive, nothing else mattered.

But she was embarrassed. She hadn't washed her hair in days, and there he was, kissing her hair. Even if they were to get back together, she wanted it to be under less disheveled circumstances.

Yet, here she was, not only with unwashed hair for two days but also without a bath, and she hadn't even brushed her teeth. She had barely managed to eat or drink anything, overwhelmed by the shock – bathing and grooming were the last things on her mind.

Harrison was oblivious to her little worries, pulling her in for another kiss on her forehead.

Roxanne pushed him away firmly, shooting him a glare. "Vincent is watching from outside."

It had been an age since they had kissed.

And Harrison wasn't about to let go of this opportunity, holding onto her waist with a firm grip.

Roxanne couldn't break free.

She put on a stern face again. "Harrison, didn't you say you were going to pursue me all over again? If you want to win me back, you'll have to go through a trial period. Rule number one: no force."

They hadn't been this close in a long time.

His warm palm on her waist sent a shiver through her entire being.

Through the patio doors, Vincent watched them with a contented smile.

Roxanne's face flushed even more.

It seemed Vincent was too delighted and was sneakily peeking at them through the glass.

She caught a glimpse of him trying to suppress a chuckle. She wasn't annoyed at Vincent's spying. It was just the embarrassment of being seen in such an intimate moment with Harrison.

Suddenly, a little head popped up beside him by the window, equally curious about the scene inside.

Then the little head tilted back, looking up at her grandfather. "Grandpa, are mom and dad kissing?"

Vincent frowned slightly.

"Angela, what are you doing here?"

Zoey, tiptoeing behind them, whispered, "Mr. Rodriguez, Angela saw you peeking and got curious. She ran over, and I couldn't stop her."

"Grandpa, let me have a look," Angela squeezed closer, pressing her curious face against the glass to peer inside.

Her classmate Keith often told her that his parents would sneak kisses and hugs when they thought no one was watching.

Sometimes, they would even hug and kiss without any clothes on.

But she had never seen her parents do that.

Keith also said his little sister was born after his parents hugged and kissed, and then she came out of his mom's belly.

But if her parents never hugged and kissed, so how was she born?

Children are full of endless questions.