My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 227 Willingness to Lose

Trent was also considered to have seen a lot of people, but because he had been working with Morris,

most of the people he knew were some of rich women who were more poised in front of him.

However Vivian was extraordinarily different from them.

She lay on the bed and tilted her head to look at Trent, "Who told you that I can't finish? Even if I can't

finish, I can still pack it up and save it for dinner."

It was absolutely possible for her to be frugal and eliminate waste.

But now she just wanted meat.

"Go and buy it. Arlo, Philip and Danny are all here, they can eat together."

In order to gag Trent, Morris mentioned his friends.

When he finished, he gestured a look towards the three men sitting to the side, and the three

immediately cooperated.

Arlo: "Well, coincidentally, I want to eat braised pork knuckle too."

Danny: "What Miss Mond like to eat is quite similar to me."

Philip: ''How can we not finish just this little bit of food? You're underestimating us. Trent, hurry up and

get it, I am starving."

Trent had to nod, "Okay, I'll go buy it right away."

They only needed to open their mouths, and he had to go for it.

Ugh, this was life.

Trent turned to leave the ward, closing the door behind him.

Vivian lay in bed for a while, inclining her head to look at Morris in the next bed, seeing him get up from

the bed and walk to her side, "How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"

Vivian shook her head, looking at Morris and then at the few people sitting off to the side, something

that she didn't ask directly.

"You've met both Arlo and Philip, and this is Danny. They're all our people, so just say what you have to

say." Morris took a chair handed over by Philip and sat beside Vivian, tenderly.

Listening to Morris’ words, Vivian was then relieved and asked, "Has there been a test done on me to

find out exactly what it is that has burrowed into my body?"

This was the thing she was most worried about.

What a horror to have an inexplicable creature burrowing into her body.

She was still young and didn't want to die now from a disease that suddenly triggered at a young age.

Morris pretended to be calm, "You are lucky. The doctor did an examination, he found the location of

the thing and cut a slit in your wrist to release the thing."

As he said that, he lifted Vivian's left wrist and pointed to the wound on her wrist, speaking.

In order to be able to convince Vivian, he did have the doctor cut a wound on Vivian's wrist.

But the wound was very shallow.

"What the hell is that?" She asked.

"A transparent worm, which required the special instruments to see it, it was taken directly to the

hospital for disposal so as not to leave any after-effects."

"What? Why didn't you show it me?"

Vivian stared at Morris for a long time, as if she felt he was lying.

Knowing that Vivian was intelligent and clever, he took out his phone and found a photo from it, "It can’t

take a picture, so I asked someone to paint it."

Vivian stared at the phone, the worm drawn on it looked like the one from the Michelin Peugeot.

With just one glance, she felt sick to her stomach, "Take it away, take it away, it's disgusting."

She reached up to her forehead, the mere thought of having such a worm running through her body

made her felt disgusting.

"Don't worry, the doctor said it's non-toxic and harmless and won't leave after-effects." Morris was lying.

Although he didn't know if Vivian's severe headache would happen again, he still didn't want to worry

Vivian so as not to aggravate her already existing insomnia.

After saying that, in order to convince Vivian, he swept a sideways glance at the few people next to

him.

The three men picked up the 'signal' and immediately began to cooperate.

Philip said a serious nonsense, "That thing is disgusting, I almost vomit out the overnight meal. When I

think of that thing can drill into the human body, I want to cut it off."

Arlo was still reticent, but at least said one sentence, "The doctor said you should be observed for

some time, there shouldn't be any other effects."

Danny: "Don't listen to Philip's nonsense, it's not that scary. It was a transparent thing, not scary."

The three men cooperated with Morris.

Vivian had less doubts now, after listening to a few of them.

The body was hers, after all, and she still retained a questioning attitude.

The only reason to question it was that if the doctor did remove the worm from her body, why did he

just dispose of it without showing it to her?

She couldn't be 100% convinced by just a picture.

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She lay on the bed, tilting her head to look at the gauze wrapped around Morris’ hands, both of his

hands got injury.

"Are you okay?"

After getting out of the water, Vivian choked on the water, but she still had a memory of Morris saving

her.

"Yes."

Morris raised his hand and looked at the gauze wrapped around it.

The doctor said her bite would definitely leave a mark on his hand.

In that case, it meant that in the future, whenever he used his right hand, he would see the mark she

left.

Vivian would never forget the fact he had saved her.

Memories of the time she was fooled by Yara and taken abroad; the time she was swept away by the

flood in Dongpu Village; the time she dived out of the dungeon today, it was him who had saved her.

For several times he had saved her, Vivian felt extraordinarily grateful to Morris.

"But ......"

At this, Morris’ pupils tinged with a wry smile, "In our bet, you lost."

"I ......"

Vivian bristled and glared at him in defiance, ''That doesn’t count. It's clearly an unexpected situation.

When I raced with my master, I had ever held my breath for five minutes and thirty-six seconds. Even

though that was holding breath, I was able to exceed my personal limit."

As she said, this one was indeed an accident.

Since Vivian was willing to dive with Morris, she was bound to have absolute certainty.

A woman who cherished her life could not treat it as a child's play.

"Since it's a bet, naturally it's only about winning and losing."

He raised an eyebrow, a smug smile rippling across his handsome face as he leaned over, propping

one hand on the edge of the bed and the other on the head of her bed, and said in a deep voice, "Lying

here is like in a battlefield, and the enemy doesn't care if you get sick."

What Morris said still made sense.

"No. Let's compete again." Vivian snorted arrogantly, not willing to admit defeat.