Chapter 316


    Harrison was well aware that despite Roxanne''s ims 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 voiceced 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 ming 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


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    even brushed her teeth. She had barely managed to eat or drink anything, overwhelmed by the shock –


    bathing and grooming were thest 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 re. "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 ss.


    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.


    "Ang, what are you doing here?"


    Zoey, tiptoeing behind them, whispered, "Mr. Rodriguez, Ang saw you peeking and got curious. She


    ran over, and I couldn''t stop her."


    "Grandpa, let me have a look," Ang squeezed closer, pressing her curious face against the ss to


    peer inside.


    Her ssmate 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.


    Vincent covered Ang''s eyes with his hand.


    Ang pried his fingers apart, sneaking a peek through the gaps.


    Daddy was holding Mommy in his embrace again.


    From this angle, it really did look like Daddy was kissing Mommy!


    Ang looked up again and asked, "Grandpa, if mom and dad kiss, will they make a little brother or


    sister for me? I would really love a sibling."


    Vincent picked up the little charmer, moving away from the window and heading outside.


    As they walked, he said, "I think having one sweet granddaughter like you is enough. Having babies is


    very hard on your mother."


    His old pals from the Seraphim Haven, all men of status, believed that their wealth should be passed


    on to a son.


    But Vincent felt differently; what did it matter who inherited what? One adorable granddaughter was


    enough.


    Ang wouldn''t need to take over the Rodriguez Group in the future. All his and Harrison''s assets


    would be left to her, ensuring that she would have more than enough for her entire life.


    They would support whatever life Ang wanted to lead, without forcing her into the role of heir.


    And they certainly wouldn''t pressure Roxanne into having another child, especially knowing the risks


    involved.


    Having nearly lost both Roxanne and Ang during a premature birth, Vincent was adamant that


    Roxanne should not face the dangers of childbirth again.


    All he wanted was for Roxanne and Harrison to reconcile.


    He stroked Ang''s little head. "We won''t rush your mother to have a baby. If you feel lonely, how


    about I get you some puppies or kittens instead?"


    Ang wrinkled her cute, little nose, pondering. Puppies and kittens didn''t seem as adorable as Keith''s


    little sister.


    Nestled in her grandfather''s arms, she pouted, "But I still want a little brother or sister."


    Vincent carried Ang a little further, feeling a twinge in his back. He remembered the time he and


    Roxanne had trekked through the wilderness in Marientown, facing a wolf attack which had injured his


    back. As he got older, it became harder to bear.


    Sitting on the swing with Ang, he took a moment to rest and exined to her the hardships of


    childbirth.


    He just wanted to spare Roxanne from any pressure to have another child.


    Roxanne had always been lonely, and he feared that if Ang expressed a desire for siblings,


    Roxanne might consider it, willing to face the dangers of pregnancy again.


    Vincent was more than content to have such a wonderful daughter-inw, gifting the Rodriguez family


    with an adorable granddaughter like Ang.


    He couldn''t bear the thought of Roxanne facing the peril of another difficult childbirth.


    That evening, they had the rare pleasure of enjoying a family dinner together.


    Before heading to bed, Harrison knocked on Roxanne''s bedroom door.


    Fresh out of the shower, Roxanne was seated in front of the vanity mirror, blow-drying her damp hair.


    Hearing Harrison''s voice at the door, she called out, "Come in."


    "Just washed your hair?" Harrison walked over and stood behind her, taking the hairdryer from her


    hand, "Let me help you with that."


    "It''s okay." Roxanne attempted to retrieve the hairdryer.


    But Harrison had already casually caught a strand of her hair.


    His slender fingers glided from the roots to the tips, gently and patiently waving the warm air from the


    dryer.


    It had been a long while since she had felt such peaceful, easy times.


    In the mirror, she saw Harrison in the navy-blue pajamas, his bearing distinguished and striking, and for


    a moment she was lost in a daze.


    Harrison, seriously drying her hair, didn''t look at her but knew well that her gaze was fixed on him.


    With a slight smirk and a roguish twinkle in his smile, he teased, "Looking good, huh?"


    Roxanne shot him a nce and said bluntly, "Focus on the hair, old man. Since when did you be


    such a vain guy?"