My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 175 The Scum Should Have no Kids

"Hmph, that's because you're stupid. I'm too ashamed to say you're my disciple who has learned from

me for so many years."

Houghton took drags of his cigarette and grunted with great disgust.

Vivian gave a glance at him, "Master, you're inhuman."

A comment that caused a few people to laugh out loud.

Such a relaxed and happy atmosphere was very enjoyable for Morris.

As they talked late into the night, Houghton wanted to go home, while Vivian walked Houghton home

with Morris before heading home with a flashlight.

Deep in the forest, the fog was thick, the hawks could be heard at night. Vivian was close to Morris, her

hand involuntarily pulling on his sleeve, nervous to the extreme.

"You're very ......"

"Ah! You scared the hell out of me."

When Morris just suddenly said something, Vivian was taken aback and slapped him on the shoulder,

"You can scare me to death, don't you know that?"

"How come I didn't notice you being so timid before?" It was rare to see her shivering, and it amused

him.

"Holy shit, blame me?"

Vivian muttered, "My master had told me about the story the ghosts are here. Since then every time I

passed by here, I am scared half to death."

As she finished speaking, a nighthawk suddenly let out a cry, scaring Vivian into tugging at Morris and

diving headfirst into his arms, holding him in a death grip.

She swore to God that she really hadn't been this wretched.

She was not afraid of the enemy, not afraid of heights, not afraid of being beaten and scolded, and not

afraid of the dark in a busy city, but in her hometown, she was too scared to go out late at night.

A sudden tight hug from her made him feel sudden warmth, a faint scent of hair lingering between his

nostrils, familiar and nice.

Morris’ body stiffened and the hand hanging at his side stiffened, so he lifted his hand and patted her

back gently, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

His hand holding the flashlight wrapped around Vivian's waist, and his other hand gently pinched her

earlobe, "Vivian, don't be afraid, I'm here."

This technique was familiar to Vivian.

When she was frightened as a child, her grandmother liked to rub her ears while saying, "Vivian, don’t

be afraid, grandmother is here, grandmother is here."

An inexplicable sense of reassurance hit her heart, and the timidity in Vivian's heart subsided a lot.

As an afterthought, she realized that she was too close to Morris, to the point where she could almost

feel his warmth through his thin shirt.

She flushed and she pushed him away straight away, "Hurry up and go, scaring the hell out of me."

"Okay."

Morris followed her down the hill.

As he walked, Morris suddenly said, "There's a problem, can you help me analyze it?"

"What problem?"

"I have an ...... classmate who is about to marry his pregnant fiancée, but suddenly finds himself in love

with another woman. Has this kind of thing ever happened to you?"

Morris asked.

"Of course I haven't. If I meet this kind of scum, I will beat him up, what a crap."

Being a woman, Vivian was angry to hear that and glared at Morris, "It's true that people are divided

into groups, you're no good either. If I hadn't practiced martial arts properly with my master back then, I

should have castrated you when you touched me in the first place!"

Morris: Did I say something wrong?

"I ...... am talking about my classmate. What should he do now?" Morris rubbed his nose sheepishly.

"What he can do? Men like that deserve to be castrated. Got his fiancee pregnant and now he wants to

go away? What a trash. Even if he marries his fiancée, he won't be happy after marriage; If he is not

marrying his fiancée, the child will be innocently implicated and lead to his fiancé's misfortune after

marriage."

"So ......"

"So go to hell! Hmph!"

When Vivian thought of her previous entanglement with Morris, she only felt anger, and in a fit of anger,

she stepped hard on the back of Morris’ foot and crushed it, grunted coldly, and walked away in a rage.

She didn't feel scared late at night anymore now.

Morris rubbed the toe of his left foot had been stepped on and then followed her.

Scum?

Was he really a scum?

Probably.

How else would he have 'slept' with Yoona when he was drunk and gotten her pregnant?

If Yoona didn't get pregnant, would he have chosen her?

It naturally referred to Vivian. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Other than that, Morris didn't think much about it, but caught up with Vivian and went back with her.

After returning, Vivian went straight back to her bedroom and closed the door with a bang.

Noticing that her daughter was not in the right mood, Anika asked Morris, "Morris, what's wrong with

this girl?"

"Vivian fell off, so she got angry."

It was a random bullshit reason that even Morris found absurd when he said it.

But Anika was convinced, "This silly girl, she didn't watch out when she walked by herself, why to be

sulking? Forget it, leave her alone. Morris, you can sleep now, the bed had been made for you. The

bathroom is in there, you can have a bath."

"Thank you, Ma’am."

"No worries. it's late, get some sleep."

"Okay, good night, Sir."

Morris went back to the bedroom.

The bedroom was prepared with clean slippers and a set of pajamas, which looked old fashion, most

likely bought for Lincoln, but it was new.

He took a bath and then went back to his bedroom to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Morris got up and walked out into the yard just in time to bump into Vivian who was getting ready to

run.

"Morning."

He was fully clothed, his suit creaseless as ever, and stood before her with a warm smile.

"Morning."

Vivian glanced at him coldly and ran straight out of the yard and went running on the road.

Morris didn't follow her when he saw that she still seemed angry.

"Morris, why are you up so early? It's only six o'clock, why don't you go and get some more sleep?"

Anika, who was busy in the kitchen, came out and saw Morris up and talked to him.

"I have enough sleep."

"Good. There's a toothbrush and towel for you, so wash your face and brush your teeth." Anika pointed

to the table and said to Morris.

"Thank you, Ma’am."

The man was humble and courteous, his handsome face tinged with an affable smile, making the

whole aura sharply reduced and more approachable.

After washing up, Morris strolled around the yard, listening to the chickens crowing and the dogs

barking and the family pigs humming, quite an idyllic experience.

Vivian's house is down the road with a small yard, a large yard outside the gate, and a small reservoir

on the side.

In the autumn morning, the wind is slightly cool, the water is dense with a light mist, the flowers and

branches are hung with crystal clear water droplets, accompanied by the low song of birds, which is

pleasant to the body and mind.

"Morris, Vivian hasn't come back yet? It's time to eat, call her back for dinner." Anika, who had finished

cooking in the kitchen, walked to the courtyard door and said to him while wiping her hands with her

apron.