My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 125 Yara with Impure Thoughts

Vivian reached out and pushed at Morris in her haste, but because she was using her right hand, she

jerked backwards in pain because she was using too much force, "Hiss ...... "

Noticing the difference, Morris let go of her and instantly turned on the lights in the movie room, only to

find that Vivian's sleeves were already stained with crimson blood.

His face flushed and he frowned, his complex gaze going to her, "Sorry."

The unsolicited apology was a little startling to Vivian.

Never thought that the high and mighty would one day take the initiative to apologize to her.

However, without waiting for Vivian to react, Morris had already taken his phone out of the cast mode

and turned off the images before leading her, "Come here, let me bandage you up."

Vivian was exasperated and shook off his hand, "I'll take care of it myself."

Barefoot and exasperated, she walked out of the movie room, found the medical kit in the living room,

and began to treat the lacerations.

Morris walked out of the movie room and looked at her sitting on the couch, clumsily working on

untying the bandage on her right arm with her left hand, and felt guilty.

He walked over to her, sat down, reached down and squeezed her right hand, going to untie the

bandage on her arm.

"I'll get it myself, you ......" This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't move!"

Vivian struggled, but Morris gave a light scolding and she immediately quieted down, allowing the man

to wipe the blood from her wound, apply medicine, and bandage it.

He moved skillfully and in one fluid motion.

Throughout the entire process, Vivian watched the intently focused Morris very quietly until he finished

rewrapping her bandages, and only then did she say, "It's late, I'm going to bed."

She got up and angrily went back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Sitting on the couch, Morris clutched the bandage in his hand and gazed at the closed door of the room

with mixed feelings.

This night, Vivian didn't come out to watch TV like she did before, but stayed in her bedroom.

It wasn't until the next day that Morris woke up as usual to make porridge for her, and when he didn't

see Vivian come out by seven o'clock, he went and knocked on Vivian's room door, but no one

answered.

Morris pushed open the door and was surprised to find she was not in.

She had left.

He was stunned for a moment and pulled out his phone to call Vivian.

On the first call, she didn't answer; on the second, she did.

"What?"

"Where are you?"

"As of today, I won't be returning to your apartment, and you don't have to care where I am. Goodbye."

Vivian hung up straight away without any unnecessary nonsense to Morris.

Originally, she thought that after Madame Cheal had recognized her as her goddaughter, Morris would

be more restrained towards her, but she had in the end overestimated that beast.

To avoid having sex with him again, she chose to rent a place.

This morning, Vivian took a leave of absence from Issac and found a small one-room apartment online

for two thousand a month. She paid the rent annually, and bought some daily necessities.

The money was transferred by Yeon, pretty much of it was used up from her morning of renting a room

plus buying daily necessities.

After packing everything up, it was 10:00 am.

Weary, she lay on the couch in the living room, tired and half-hearted.

The phone on the table rang.

Vivian glanced at the screen of her phone, which jumped with a string of unknown phone numbers.

She picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello, who is it?"

"May I ask if you are, Vivian?" On the other end of the phone, a woman's voice rang out, sounding

somewhat familiar.

"It's me."

"Great, finally I found you. Vivian, this is Yara, where are you? I'm in L City right now."

"......"

After the last time they parted, Vivian and Yara never contacted each other again.

Although last time, because of hiding in Yara's car, she was inexplicably kidnapped together to a

foreign country, but accidentally befriended Yara.

Only Vivian felt that Yara's identity was too mysterious and her background was complicated, so she

didn't want to make deep friends with her.

"I'm at the XL Cafe in Minquan Road."

She lied about a nearby address.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right over."

Yara hung up.

Vivian got up and walked through the back door of the neighborhood, went to the XL Cafe on Minquan

Road, ordered a cup of coffee, and waited for Yara at the window seat on the second floor.

Twenty minutes later, Yara appeared in front of her.

As always dressing style, she was in a white stripes suit, belt around the waist, with black trousers and

high heels, long hair draped, looking like a sensible and generous, competent female elite.

She waved to Vivian, "Hi, long time no see."

Vivian took a sip from her coffee and looked at her with a puzzled look, "Why do you contact me

suddenly?"

"I am just back from abroad, wait a minute, I'll order a coffee first, I'm quite thirsty."

She said, waving to the waiter beside her, "Waiter, a latte."

"Now that we've met again, it's time for me to give you back what's yours."

Vivian took off the necklace Yara exchanged with her from her neck and put it on the table, "This is

your stuff." Saying that, she pointed to the necklace on Yara's neck, "This should be returned to me."

"Vivian, how could you?"

Yara reached out and covered her neck, "You have given it to me, how can you take it back?"

Luckily, Vivian didn't have a too complicated identity background other than her relationship with the

Lee family, otherwise she would have suspected that Yara was getting close to her with a purpose.

"But we are not close enough for that."

"No? We were in danger before." Yara pushed the necklace back to Vivian and smiled heatedly, "To tell

you the truth, I came to find you actually because you're on good terms with Morris."

Yara frankly said what was in her heart straight out, not intending to hide it from Vivian in the slightest.

Vivian looked suspicious, "Who exactly is the one who kidnapped you?"

It must be someone not simple.

"Can I ...... not say anything?"

Yara asked.

Vivian was silent, but shook her head.

Seeing that, Yara was a bit helpless and took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to her.

Vivian picked up the business card, looked at the content on it, and murmured, "President of Yoyo

Makeup Limited?"

Yoyo Makeup Limited, wasn't it the office building next door to Eonothem Group?

She was no stranger to the company.

It was a new brand that was founded not long ago and had taken the mid-range route by relying on the

high quality of its products, making a way out of the competitive market and occupying a place in the

country.

Even those special makeup products that Vivian bought were from this Yoyo Makeup Company.

"So?" She asked, spreading her hands.

Yara raised her eyebrows, "Isn't it obvious enough? I want you to introduce me to Morris and work with

their company."

Obviously, she didn't want to talk about her identity.

Vivian hesitated, glanced at Yara, reached for her left hand, her index finger and thumb fumbling,

expressing something.