Millionaire In Love With Me

“You’ve been imagining things all day.” Vivian gave her an oblique glance, “It’s too obscure to expect me to take your ashes back to the Hidden Tribe if you want to go back yourself.”

She deliberately said to Margarita Jones.

“Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. …” She let out a long sigh and leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, “I thought I could live a peaceful life after I left the Hidden Clan, but I never thought that your place would be even more I thought I could live a comfortable life after I left the Hidden Tribe, but I never thought that your place would be even more dangerous.”

She was used to calling the shots when she was in the Hidden Tribe, but when she came to L City, although she had a few friends in Vivian, she was a bare-bones commander.

The feeling of being all alone made her feel insecure somehow.

Vivian did not answer, his gaze fell on Morris’s body, watching him holding Yves in one hand and Madame Cheal in the other, his handsome face showed a rare look of sadness.

This time, life and death were uncertain.

What is even more dangerous is that they do not now know the identity of the manipulator behind the curtain.

Morris took Madame Cheal upstairs to rest, and then came back downstairs, exchanged pleasantries with his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and said, “I’m going to take a business trip now, and I’ll be out of the country for a while recently, so you guys can stay here without worry.”

Lincoln and his wife looked at each other, the two old people were sad and sighing, they wanted to ask more but did not know what to ask.

They only knew that Morris was a man of great importance, and there were many things that they could not interfere with.

Lincoln nodded, “Take care of yourself out there, Vivian and I we will take care of the kids, and you don’t have to worry about home.”

Margarita Jones, sitting on the couch across from her, glanced at Morris, then looked to Vivian and asked in a small voice, “What’s going on? Where is my master going?”

“I’ll tell you later.” There are some things that cannot be said in a few words.

Margarita Jones didn’t ask any more questions.

An hour later, Morris was out the door.

Standing in the hallway in front of the lobby, Vivian reluctantly looked at Morris, who walked to the limousine with a black umbrella, and her red lips opened, like a lump in her throat.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The morning dark clouds are pressing down on the city, but now it is already raining heavily, the rain crackling on the ground, falling on Morris’s umbrella, emitting a crisp sound.

The sound, hitting Vivian’s heart one after another, made her heart involuntarily seized up.

The rain was mixed with the spring wind, slightly cool.

Morris, dressed in a black trench coat, went to the door of the car, holding the door with one hand and holding an umbrella with the other, his eyes fell on Vivian’s body through the rain.

The two look at each other from a distance, affectionate, in addition to the two strong reluctance, more is for each other’s concern.

Suddenly, Vivian came running down the steps in the rain.

“Morris!”

She shouted.

Morris saw her running in the rain and stepped forward, holding her umbrella with his hand.

Vivian jumped into his arms, Morris hugged her with his left hand, then rubbed her hair again, “Silly, it’s raining so hard, your clothes are soaked, you’re not afraid of catching a cold.”

A doting tone, full of thick and deep love.

“You promised me to come back safely.” Vivian wrapped her hands tightly around Morris’s waist and stood on tiptoe, her rain-stained cheeks pressed against his face, also wetting his cheeks.

“It will.” Morris whispered softly to comfort her, “Have faith in your husband’s ability.”

Under a black umbrella, the two embraced each other tightly, seemingly isolating everything around them, and everything was as still as if it were still.

The Lincoln’s, Margarita Jones, and Scales Aaron, who appeared from nowhere, stood there under the floating eaves outside the hall, watching the two in the rain, each with a heavy expression.