Chapter 337
Roxanne discovered that Harrison possessed a stamina that was nothing short of impressive.
All the way he carried her up the stairs from the dining room, through the walk-in closet, and into the
bathroom, he had held her against his hips without so much as a huff, and his strength seemed to even
grow with each step.
Consideringst night''s passionate encounter, Harrison was keen not to hurt her again. After all, it had
been four long years since they''d been intimate.
His forey that evening was even more extensive than the night before. While the bath was filling, he
kissed her continuously, pressing his feather-light lips against her soft, creamy skin.
It took a good fifteen minutes for the tub to fill, and for those fifteen minutes, Roxanne was lost in his
kisses. Perhaps due to the warm water or the electricity of his touch, her body was supple and yielding
like water.
"Still nervous?" he asked gently.
"A little," she admitted.
Four years was a long time.
Without a man''s touch, a woman could easily be parched.
In the water, she clung to his shoulders as he lifted her out and ced her back onto his hips. "Then
let''s take it slow today."
Holding her waist, he nuzzled her pale neck, and kissed along her corbone and down the valley of
her breasts.
When the forey finally ended, the surface of the bathwater shimmered under the lights, with waves
rippling outwards. Like the waves, the passion between them grew more tumultuous with time and
refused to settle.
The warm water continued pouring from the faucets, just as Harrison''s energy seemed to flow without
end. A man starved for four years was like a wolf that could never be fully sated.
When the waters finally calmed, Roxanne had barely had a moment''s rest before he was upon her
again.
They paused only once, and continued until the wee hours of the morning.
In the children''s room.
Little Ang, who had skipped dinner, dreamed that she was gnawing on barbecued ribs. The ribs
were from a piglet which her Grandpa had ughtered. It was sizzling over charcoal, seasoned with
cumin and chili powder, and dripping with sulent fat.
She was so eager to take a bite.
When Grandpa handed her a rib and she bit it down, Ang suddenly awoke to find herself in an
unfamiliar room, and she was utterly confused.
Wasn''t she just eating ribs with Grandpa?
Why was she now in a strange house, shrouded in darkness?
As she stirred, the night light flicked on, guiding her as she toddled out of bed.
She wasn''t at Grandpa''s country house, nor was she in Harrison''s vi in Grandeur Meadows; this was
a ce she''d never been before.
Feeling scared and alone, she followed a strange noise, pushed open a door, only to see her mother''s
picture on the wall.
Pushing open another door, she found her parents'' clothes.
And as she opened yet another door, the noises grew louder.
Harrison and Roxanne, too engrossed in each other, didn''t notice their little girl''s arrival.
Ang, with her bare feet patting on the damp floor, saw her parents in the tub, both naked.
"Mommy, Daddy, what game are you ying?" Her innocent, curious voice halted Harrison''s
movements.
Roxanne, gripping the edge of the tub with her feet, slid down into the water, with her back tensing.
Ang approached, "Can I y the game with you?"
"Get out of here," Roxanne pushed against Harrison''s chest, and then gestured to Ang, "Come here
to Mommy, sweetheart."
Obediently, Ang walked over but she was quickly blinded by her mother''s hands.
"Let''s y hide and seek with Daddy," Roxanne cooed. "When he''s hidden, we''ll look for him together,
okay?"
"I don''t wanna do it," Ang grumbled, trying to pry her mother''s fingers away and peeking through the
gaps. The more she was told not to look, the more curious she became.
With no other choice, Roxanne kicked Harrison sharply, and gave him a stern look, signaling him to get
dressed
Harrison moved quickly, donning the bathrobe hanging nearby in under ten seconds, and scooping up
his daughter, whose curiosity seemed endless.
"What were you and Mommy doing, Daddy?" Ang asked, still in his arms.
Uh-oh.
Harrison''s face was the picture of embarrassment, a rare sight for a man who was as suave and
Thankfully, Ang''s stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly, and Harrison seized the opportunity
to change the subject. "Did our little Ang wake up because she''s hungry?"
Nodding, she replied, "I dreamed Grandpa was cooking pork ribs for me."
Distracted by the thought of sulent ribs, Ang''s mind was no longer on the "game."
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"Daddy, I really want some ribs," she said wistfully.
"We might not have ribs at home. How about I make you some noodles?"
"I only want Grandpa''s ribs from the piglet he raised."
Harrison was at a loss. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn''t possibly ask Grandpa to
ughter a pig right then and there. But dealing with Ang''s craving was certainly easier than
exining the adult "game."
So, in the dead of night, Harrison called his father, Vincent.
Vincent was a light sleeper and had been struggling to fall back asleep. Just as he finally dozed off,
Harrison''s call startled him awake.
"What on earth do you want at this hour? Can''t you wait until morning?" Vincent grumbled, feeling
annoyed.
"It''s about Ang," Harrison said, then he decided to wait until morning to exin it.
But the mention of his granddaughter perked Vincent right up. "Is Ang sick?"
"No, she just wants some barbecued pork ribs," Harrison exined.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. "That''s easy to fix. I''ll wake Zoey up and have her prepare some ribs
for Ang right away."
And so, in the middle of the night, the household was set in motion for the sake of a little girl''s craving
for her Grandpa''s home-cooked ribs.
He had always been the kind of grandpa who believed in providing for his family, and that meant to
ensure that his ranch was stocked with the best livestock around. His prized pigs, cattle, sheep, and
chickens were all raised with one purpose in mind: to fill the bellies of his daughter-inw Roxanne and
his beloved granddaughter Ang with hearty, home-cooked meals.
No sooner had Ang mentioned her craving for some good ol'' barbecue ribs than he sprang into
action. Within a couple of hours, Ang was sinking her teeth into sulent pork ribs that Grandpa
had personally grilled and delivered in his pickup truck.
The vor was just as she had dreamed it would be. She savored the ribs seasoned perfectly with
cumin and chili powder, and with each bite her mouth released a delightful burst of spicy and aromatic
oil that made her taste buds dance with joy.
After indulging in the rich and smoky feast, Vincent chimed in, "Ang, Grandpa also brought you
some fruits to help cut through the richness. How about some cherries?"
Ang popped the plump, juicy cherries into her mouth, one after another. These weren''t just any
cherries; they were a special cultivar, painstakingly developed and grafted by agricultural experts at
Vincent''s request. These cherries were sweeter,rger, and fresher than the renowned ones.
But Ang wasn''t the only one with a taste for these luscious fruits. Vincent turned to Roxanne with a
gentle offer, "Roxanne, I know you have a soft spot for cherries too. Why don''t you have some?"
Roxanne, though, stifled a yawn. She didn''t have an appetite for anything at the moment. After a long
night of dealing with Harrison''s antics, all she wanted was to catch some sleep. But dawn was already
breaking, painting a pale glow of light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Just as the day was beginning to stir, Harrison''s phone rang with an urgent call. It was Alexander on
the line, "Harrison, we''ve got news about Nora."