My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 112 Morris Is Getting Pissed Off

With the sudden warm embrace, Vivian first froze, then suddenly burst into tears, pushing away Morris,

''Morris, you fucking bastard, what are you scaring me for? Do you know how miserable I've been

lately? What did I do in my last life to get to know you? If I hadn't met you, how would all these things

have happened since then? You bastard, you know I'm in a mess and still fucking come to scare me,

are you a dog? Ah ...... "

From the time she met Morris, her peaceful life was gradually shattered.

After several ups and downs, Vivian was breaking down.

Especially since the change in Morris's mood just now had her over-analyzing and making herself

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So the moment when Morris suddenly hugged her, Vivian thought that Morris was teasing her with that

earlier move, she was so angry that all her aggressions rushed to her heart and she couldn't help but

cry like a child.

Her crying came suddenly.

Morris looked at her for a long time before he stepped forward, clasping her shoulders with one hand,

his right hand over her face, his thumb wiping the tears from her cheeks, "It's ugly when you cry."

This stupid woman really was stupid, making him heartbreaking.

Teary-eyed Vivian looked at Morris with red eyes, sobbing. He was unsure of how to comfort her.

"You're ugly!"

She was angry.

"Well, okay, I'm ugly, I'm ugly."

Morris helped her dry the tears on her cheeks, then took her into his arms with his right hand, his left

hand over the back of her head, stroking her hair, "Don't cry."

The unprecedented tenderness and doting on her seemed to be built into his bones.

Seeing her crying, Morris was heartbroken and patted her back, comforting her, "I just wanted to go

pick some wild fruits for you."

The woman in her arms was still sobbing.

Lying in his arms, feeling the warmth of the man's chest, a momentary sense of security hit her heart,

and Vivian slowly closed her eyes.

"Morris, let me hold you for a while, okay?"

As she was swept away by the flood, Vivian was almost desperate, as if she had seen death.

It was hard to get out of the water, and she had symptoms of an infection in her wound that left her with

a high fever that she couldn't walk.

After being abandoned by the masked man, she walked alone in the deep woods, dragging her weak

and tired body, too hungry to walk.

There was even a sighting of a three-meter-long python.

If it were usual, Vivian would have been able to get rid of that snake with her own strength.

But she was too weak, she had to take a detour and run far away, eventually hiding in a tree late into

the night.

In the end she ran into a pack of wolves.

In three days, Vivian, who had been through a rough patch, felt that three days seemed as long as a

century, and every moment was a challenge to her.

Tormented to the point of near mental collapse, she only wanted to lean into Morris' arms, greedily

claiming this sliver of security.

"Okay."

He responded softly, "Hug as long as you want."

Vivian leaned into his arms, her bad mood relieved, and then she opened her reddened eyes, "Thank

you ...... brother."

She had wanted to call out to Morris, but the recent change in attitude she had felt from Morris towards

her had moved Vivian more or less.

She said, "Even though I know you don't want me to die and just want Grandma to be happy, I really

appreciate it."

Vivian pushed away from Morris, blinked her long, thick lashes, brushed away the teardrops hanging

from her eyelashes, and then added, "Don't worry, as long as I am alive, I will be two hundred percent

good to Grandma."

With that, she sighed again and lamented, "Grandma is really lucky to have a grandson like you."

A grandson like you?

Clearly a word of praise, coming from Vivian's mouth, had changed its flavor.

The heartbroken look that could not be concealed on Morris' handsome face instantly became cold and

gloomy after hearing Vivian's words.

The only little tenderness he had was worn away by Vivian.

He said, word for word, "Then you better do what you are supposed to do, or ......"

"Or what?"

Vivian pressed her lips, "Or you will let me live worse than death, right? I know, I know, I'll be good to

grandma. Hurry up and go pick the fruit, I'm so hungry. If I die of hunger, grandma will be sad."

She waved her hand, covering her grumbling stomach and eyeing him.

‘I know your little mind!’

Vivian had been in L City for a few months and still had some knowledge of L City, especially the Cheal

family.

She knew that Morris had an uncle who was abroad and was overly capable.

She had heard something before she left to come to Liangchuan County, and knew that Morris' uncle

would be returning to the country.

His presence would be the biggest obstacle to Morris' inheritance of his family’s property.

That was why Morris had gone out of his way to come over and save her, just to use her as a pawn to

win his grandmother's heart and thus add to his fight for the 'property'.

She might even become his 'spy' later on, spying on his grandmother's 'information'.

Vivian was not a three-year-old child, and knew full well that people like Morris were profit-first.

Only the profit motive would make him give something.

Not some 'true love between brother and sister'!

Morris had no idea that in just a few seconds, Vivian had already brainstormed a 'power drama'.

"Good to know!"

The man's gaze swept over Vivian, and as he turned to leave, he slammed his fist hard into a tree on

the side.

There was a thud and his fist hit the trunk.

The big, thick tree, swayed a few times from his punch, and the rain on the leaves fell with a clatter,

showering Vivian's body.

Vivian lifted her hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, coldly snorted and muttered in a small voice,

"Isn't it just I guessed your little mind, why be so angry? Geez.!"

After eating a few bites of meat and crying uncontrollably, Vivian had emotionally adjusted and returned

to good spirit.

As she turned, she duly found the masked man leaning against the trunk of a tree, his gaze fixed on

this side.

Taking a step, she walked towards the pile of fire, glaring at the masked man not far away, "What are

you looking at? I didn't kill you, it's because you are lucky. Remember, if we meet again next time,

either you or I will die!"

The pair of eyes under the mask of the masked man flickered slightly as he lowered his head and

continued to eat the meat without speaking again.

Not much later, Morris returned with a few pears in his hands.

When Vivian saw him holding a few pears, her eyes lit up and she asked incredulously, "Where did you

get them? Why haven't I seen any pears?"