My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 323 A Promise to Her

Chapter 323 A Promise to Her

After the meal, the two sat in the box, facing each other.

Vivian looked at him and her red lips lightly opened, "Are we just going to sit here?"

She suddenly realized that this was sort of like falling in love with Morris.

What a subtle feeling.

The man's smiling eyes looked at her, one side of his eyebrow raised, even though it was just a casual

little expression, it was invisible and extremely seductive, "What do you want to do?"

The word was elongated, as if to reveal some kind of message.

Her small face sank and she shot him an unpleasant glare, "Morris, I'm warning you, you're now on a

three-month probationary period. If you keep doing this, we can say goodbye!"

This man had been thinking getting her to bed at any time.

"What, you've slept with me and you want to turn your back on me?"

His eyes narrowed and his lips carried a wicked smile.

"You slept with me, it's good that | didn't settle the score with you." Vivian snorted, "We're both adults

anyway, so let's just take what we can get. So, from now on, the agreement is in effect. Don't you dare

touch me without my permission!" Red card warning.

Seeing that Vivian was a bit annoyed, he immediately nodded, "Okay, it is up to you. Then ......"

He thought about it, ‘what do other people do when they have a date?’

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he proposed, "Can | take you to see a movie?"

"Watch a movie?"

Vivian immediately nodded, "Okay...... no, no."

She shook her head again, "The moment we go out, we will be recognized. Better forget it."

"That's okay, it's a package deal.

"It's all about the atmosphere. Why made a package? Forget it, let's not go.”

Her identity and that of Morris could not be revealed for the time being, and it was not convenient to go

to the cinema.

“Aren't you used to dressing up? If you disguise yourself as a man, no one will recognise you.”

Morris thought about how even Ethan didn't recognise her when she was disguised as a man before,

Other people must not be able to recognise her.

“Yeah, that works." Vivian gave a thumbs up towards him and smiled.

Suddenly, her smile froze and she stared at him with a frown, “How did you know that | would be

dressed as a man?"

Vivian dawned on her, “Waiting for me at the entrance to the warehouse earlier, that's when you knew

that person was me, right?"

At that time, she was still wondering how Morris could be so trusting of someone he didn't know.

Now it dawned on her that he had known her identity for a long time, but had just not revealed it.

“Ugh, | thought the disguise was so successful that you didn't recognise me. It seems to be of average Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

ability." She let out a sigh, disappointed.

“Not really.” Morris said, “At least, Ethan couldn't even recognize you."

"He didn't recognise me?"

"Yes."

Morris nodded with certainty.

So the two left the private restaurant and drove a car to Vivian's flat.

But to avoid being bumped into, she got out of the car and went upstairs first, and Morris got out and

went upstairs afterwards.

It was only when they entered the house, one after the other, and closed the door, that Vivian could not

help but cover her lips with a smile, "This feels like you're going to be a secret lover.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her into his arms, “If you want, | can open up our

relationship to the public. Okay?"

Morris man ducked his head and rested his forehead against hers, their posture intimate.

The distinctive scent of Morris’ body lingered between her nostrils, which somehow made her feel at

ease.

Vivian shook her head, “Although the modem era is not as demanding as the ancient ones, where you

have to be the right family. However, | don't

want to be with you as a Cinderella either. When | have enough ability, not to say that | am on par with

you, but at least make a name for myself, then

| will disclose my identity to the public. All right?"

She was a woman with a strong personality, and even more so, she didn't want to accept gossip, nor

did she want to be judged again that she

replied on a rich boyfriend.

Since she had agreed to be with Morris, she was destined to bear a lot of pressure.

The only thing she could do was to make herself stronger and become worthy enough to match him.

In this way, she could silence those people.

Her words left Morris in silence.

Although he knew she was the one who wanted to be strong, he did not expect that his status would

put so much pressure on her.

"Okay."

He rubbed his large palm through her hair, "As long as you want it, | will do my best to satisfy."

It was like a promise.

To Vivian, it was enough that Morris was willing to agree with this.

“Having these words is enough.”

Vivian smiled, but because they were so close together, she blinked her thick, long, curly eyelashes,

and her eyelashes were like brushes on Morris’ face, tickling his cheeks and causing an unstoppable

rush of heat all over his body.

However, no sooner had he kissed her lips than Vivian mercilessly pushed them away, “Alright, I'm

going to put on my make-up."

His heart was also empty, making him feel despondent for no reason.

Vivian ignored Morris’ disappointed and lost expression and turned to go into the bedroom.

She sighed in defeat and patted her chest: it was a good thing she had run fast enough, otherwise he

might have gone 'bestial’ again.

While he went into the bedroom, Morris stood in the living room, surveying the one-room flat.

The house was not large, but it was clean and tidy, and although somewhat minimalist, it was very

homely.

In contrast, Morris suddenly felt that his villa was so large that one felt empty and lonely living in it.

When he entered the bedroom, he saw Vivian sitting at the dressing table, concentrating on her make-

up, so he did not want to disturb her, so he sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her quietly.

Suddenly, he understood why he had fallen in love with her.

It was because a slender looking woman, full of mystery and surprise, and resilience and strength that

would not admit defeat, was simply invisible in those rich ladies.

Mike sat in silence, waiting for a full forty minutes before she finished her make-up, then got up and

rummaged for a set of clothes and went straight

into the bathroom.

Throughout the whole process, Mike didn't even get to see what she looked like.

It wasn't until three minutes later that Vivian walked out, and all of a sudden, there was a handsome

young man with short grey hair.

She was wearing a round-necked jumper, with a skull necklace around her neck, with a pair of black

casual trousers, who gave the impression of a sporty sunny boy.

The look was a bit unconventional in a sunny and handsome way.

Especially with the cross earrings on his ears, she inexplicably looked handsome.

Her level of make-up was stunning, but that look was something that Morris couldn't like.

“What's wrong?"

Vivian looked down at her clothes, “Is there something wrong?"