My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 341 Morris Took Revenge

Chapter 341 Morris Took Revenge

Having said that, she once again took the initiative and kissed on his lips, even as her hands moved

restlessly through his shirt, her slightly cool fingertips touching his skin.

A momentary touch, like an electric current sliding through the man’s back, sent a chill down his spine.

Passive, he finally began to respond to Vivian's kiss, but never made the next move.

Vivian was anxious, her hand gradually moved down, when it touched his belt, but he held her hand,

"Vivian, don't make a scene.”

"No, | want it." Vivian deliberately pouted.

"The deal is no ‘touching you' for three months."

Here, naturally, it meant no sex with her, and Morris remembered it well. "What if | break the contract,

and you won't marry me?"

Vivian froze, and stopped kissing him.

So, this was something he had been so concerned about?

"How could it be? No.’

Vivian shook her head with a sincere look on her face.

Even with the sincerity of those starry pupils, Morris could smell a hint of treachery.

"Tell me, did something happen?"

Judging from her mental state and reactions over the past two days, Morris knew something was

definitely wrong.

Only, he didn't know what the problem was.

"What the hell, | just want it and you won't agree. Hmph!"

She turned her back on Morris in mock exasperation.

When faced with such an aggressive woman, Morris was tormented, but he dared not break the

promise.

They were getting married by stealth after three months on the basis of that he didn't touch her.

If he broke the agreement now on impulse, what would happen?

"Stop it, you are very weak and need to rest.’ Morris wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his

chin on the nape of her neck, sniffing Vivian's hair and soothing,

"Have some sleep, I'll call you later when the kitchen is ready for lunch."

Vivian closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, ignoring Morris.

He stayed by her side, not asking any more questions.

"I'm going to C Country tomorrow, do you want to join me?"

He was supposed to go to C Country a few days ago, but the trip was delayed due to an impromptu

photo incident, so he ended up not being able to go to C Country.

Now that things had been settled and those few people in the Cheal family had been taken care of, he

naturally had to go to C Country to deal with those tricky matters.

"Tomorrow?"

Vivian rolled over and faced him squarely, "There's still more than half a month before the New Year, if

you leave now, you won't be back until after the New Year at least, right?"

Morris nodded, his deep pupils filled with reluctance, he raised his hand to her cheek and gently rubbed

her delicate skin, "| may not be able to visit your parents this New Year, but I'll be there as soon as | get

back.

"It's okay."

She smiled, “Take care of yourself when you get out there and remember to call me."

“What are you talking about, if I don't call you, who do I call?"

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

On this day Morris accompanied Vivian for a walk around the villa and taught her how to play golf.

At night, Morris slept with Vivian in his arms.

Morris nearly touched the red line, so he had to get up and take a shower before going straight to the

next room to have some sleep.

He was helpless.

It was the first time he knew he had such poor self-control.

The next day, Morris caught an early flight, and instead of seeing him off, Vivian deliberately pretended

to sleep.

For some reason, she didn't want to see Morris leave.

Perhaps, out of nowhere, she had become so accustomed to his presence that she had become

somewhat attached to him after establishing a mutual romantic relationship.

Morris entered her bedroom and kissed on her lips, rubbing her thumbs gently against her lips before Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

turned away.

The bedroom door slowly closed, and at that moment, Vivian opened her eyes in due course, gazing

vacantly at the ceiling, her emotions unusually depressed.

After lying in the bedroom for another hour, she got up to wash up and the maids had had breakfast

ready.

After she finished her meal at the dining room, her driver drove her back to the city centre.

Vivian got off the car and went home. When she pulled out her mobile phone, it was already in a dead

and switched off state.

After charging the battery, she turned on phone and saw a lot of message alerts of missed calls and a

number of text messages.

One of the most important ones was a message from Issac: "My phone has been repaired, why can't I

get you through?"

Seeing this message, Vivian's face turned whiter.

The quality of his phone was so good?

After so much time in that hot water, it was amazing that it could still be fixed.

She deleted the pictures before she dropped the phone into the sink.

But, was it possible that Issac could still use his phone to get the photos back?

Vivian did not dare to think about it.

She raised her hand to her forehead, feeling overconfident that she must have broken his phone after

soaking it in cold and hot water for so long.

Those photos would disappear with it.

But she was reckless in the end.

Vivian got up, went to the living room, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cooler and drank it up.

With a glass in her hand and a cuddle pillow in her arms, she leaned back on the sofa and drank in

silence.

She wondered what she should do with Issac.

It was at this point that the mobile phone rang.

Vivian originally thought it was Morris calling, but after picking up the phone, she realized it was Yara

calling.

"Yara?"

She took a small sip of wine and answered the phone.

“Oops, finally got through to you. Where are you now? I went to your flat yesterday and you didn't open

the door, did you hang out with a guy?"

The big-hearted Yara didn't think much about it at all.

She was simple-minded and naive to the point of being a bit silly.

“What? Can’t I hang out with a man?" She didn't retort.

“Hmph, I knew it was like that, I told Mike yesterday that you must have hung out with a man, and he

said it couldn't be.”

“Why doesn't Uncle Mike believe it?"

He knew that she was not at home and did not believe that she had gone out to relax herself, so there

was bound to be suspicion about her relationship with Morris.

“He said you didn't look like that kind of person."

"Right, It seems that Uncle Mike has a bad eye for people."

"Fuck off, why does that sound like it's referring to me?"

"No, it is your guess." Vivian pretended to be relaxed as she chatted with Yara.

“Oh, I'm calling you to tell you that I heard from Mike that Morris has cancelled all business dealings

with the Shaw’s, what's going on?"

Yara asked her.

"When?"

"Yesterday."

Yesterday Vivian was alone in a coma at home and had no idea about what was going on outside.

If Yara hadn't called her, she might not have known that Morris had made a move on Issac until now.

"It's useless to talk to me, I can’t help Issac."

"Morris is too bad, Issac is so nice, why is he targeting Issac at every turn?" On the other end of the

phone, Yara sighed in anger.

Hearing her words, Vivian felt pity for Yara.