Millionaire In Love With Me

Her back was turned to Morris, and her face was visibly angry.

Morris looked at her back, raised an eyebrow, reached out and ruffled his short, three-seventh hair, and walked slowly toward her.

Standing behind her, the man raised his arm around her waist, leaned over her ear and asked, “Are you angry?”

His voice was as low and husky as ever, exhaling and gulping breath next to her ear, ruffling her hair, making Vivian feel the nape of her neck tickling and tingling.

She had not seen him for several days, she missed him extraordinarily, and it was not a hug that could cut down the thoughts in her heart.

Vivian turned around and leaned her back on the railing, her eyelids lifted to meet his deep, dark eyes.

The sun is shining and the breeze is cool, blowing a strand of hair on her shoulder and making her face more and more beautiful.

Perhaps because she was a little annoyed, curved willow brows slightly knitted, red lips pursed, but for no reason out of a few delicate and lovely.

The day after day busy work things, Morris although hanging on Vivian, but dare not contact more.

He works during the day and stays up late into the night to relax, but then he worries about disturbing her rest.

Morris thinks so, Vivian also think so, the ghosts are less contact.

The person you’ve been thinking about all day is standing in front of you, and your angry face is as cute as an angry kitten whose hair has been plucked, so you can’t help but love it.

“I’ve said it again and again before, there must be something with me … Well …”

Her angry words were only half spoken when the man cupped her cheeks with both hands and leaned down to kiss her on the lips, sealing it with a kiss.

That kiss, soft as water, lightly sucking her lips, like tasting a delicious ice cream, with a hint of greed, but carefully cared for, afraid that heavy action will hurt her.

The woman who was irritated by the sudden kiss melted her heart and fell into his hot breath in no time.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and propped one hand on the railing; she wrapped her arms around his waist, and they were close together, almost feeling each other’s racing heartbeat through their clothes.

After a short kiss, Morris released her lips.

When he got up, he saw that the woman was still leaning against the railing with her eyes closed, seemingly lost in the afterglow of the kiss she had just received.

Morris smiled wickedly and pinched her white and red cheeks, “Not enough yet?”

Vivian heard him laughing and opened her eyes, her face blushing, and glared at him in mock annoyance, “Who hasn’t had enough?” It’s like being caught red-handed kissing someone, a blush that can’t be helped.

Raising his hand to wipe his red lips, he questioned, “Don’t be concerned, answer the question I just asked!”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“You dislike me?”

“What?”

“I kissed you and you wiped your mouth for what it’s worth.”

Vivian: “…”

What the heck.

“Morris, behave yourself!” Vivian grabbed the tie around the man’s neck, “Answer me.”

He was dressed in a tailored suit, with a light gray shirt and a black casual tie, and his clothes were flat, setting off a face with deep, three-dimensional features that was increasingly handsome.

Especially his side of the eyebrows frivolous, cold face more than a bewitching evil charm.

It is a good-looking face, for no reason Vivian some intoxication, so that just now the anger are dissipated.

She grabbed the tie, Morris body slightly leaned forward, hands clasp her side of the railing, leaned down to her front.

Exhaling like an orchid, he lifted her bangs, Vivian tilted her neck back while he came over and kissed her once more on her red lips, before resting his forehead against his and touching the tip of his nose to hers, “I know my husband is wrong, how would you like to be punished, my wife?”