My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 340 Brought Home by Morris

Chapter 340 Brought Home by Morris Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Where am |?"

Vivian raised her hand to hold her forehead and sat up with one hand propped up on the bed.

"Awake?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded next to her ears, and before Vivian could look over, she was

wrapped in someone's arms.

A familiar scent came over her, and when Vivian looked up, she saw Morris sitting on the edge of the

bed, holding her.

When she saw him, an inexplicable sense of security flooded her heart.

The corners of Vivian's lips curled into a light smile as she asked, "Why am | here with you?'

She clearly remembered that she had been at home, how come she was here as soon as she opened

her eyes?

"You are alone at home with so much alcohol and a high fever, and you have the nerve to ask me."

He let go of Vivian, his eyebrows knitted, "What's wrong?"

That night, after being busy at the office, he began to contact Vivian, but her mobile phone had been

unavailable, and because of the situation, he was afraid that going to Vivian's home would cause her

trouble.

After all, his news was all over the internet, and even when he was off duty, there would be a lot of

paparazzi following him, and if he went to Vivian's house, it was highly likely that the paparazzi would

also go there.

He thought she had simply fallen asleep, but the next day he couldn't reach her, so he was worried.

When he rushed to Vivian's home, her entire body was burning.

"| have a high fever?"

She shook her head, ‘I don't know, by the way, how is your thing going?"

"Fine."

Morris’ way of dealing with problems was to go cold turkey.

No matter how much the outside world talked, he just boldly posted a photo of a kiss with Vivian

dressed as a man, without attaching any text.

He let go and let public opinion fester.

"Why are you still posting a photo on Weibo? Are you really not afraid of being scolded?"

"Wouldn't it be better if one photo also broke the minds of countless women about me?'

He used a photo to admit his relationship with the ‘man’ in the photo, and since then there would be no

more women taking the initiative to throw themselves at him.

Vivian curled her lips into a smile, not knowing what to say for a moment.

As she leaned into Morris’ arms, the picture she had seen on Issac’s phone that night involuntarily

came to her mind.

He knew that something was going on between her and Issac, but he deliberately hid the truth.

Aman as high and mighty as he was could have deserved a better woman, but instead he chose her

among thousands of women.

Vivian was touched in her heart.

The more she got to know him, the more she felt guilty and remorseful, and the more she felt that she

was not worthy of such a wonderful man.

Suddenly, Vivian's heart felt inferior.

After being raped, she was not worthy of him, who was so noble and proud!

"What happened that day, why did you drink so much wine?' Morris noticed that Vivian did not look well

and asked.

Vivian shook her head and got out of his arms, "This is your private villa, right? Can you take me for a

stroll?’

This villa, which was like a European-style castle, was the last time Vivian had been here.

The last time Morris brought her over, he said that he had reserved a room for her to come over and

rest every day, and at that time she had refused outright.

Little did she know that after many days, she would be back.

"Okay."

Morris helped Vivian up, handed her a jacket and wrapped her in a scarf, “It's cold outside."

Vivian stood like that, her complex eyes unblinking as she gazed at the man close at hand, watching

him carefully put on the scarf for her and tidy her hair. In her heart, it was warm.

There was a feeling of happiness that was haunted by love.

At the same time, it made the inferiority complex in Vivian's heart grow like a vine.

Such a good man was gentle and considerate, responsible, true to his word, handsome and rich.

On the contrary, Vivian could not find her own point of excellence at all.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking?"

Morris leaned down and dropped a kiss on her lips, before taking her hand, his large palm warming her

slightly cool hand, and walking outside.

The villa was very large, extremely luxuriously decorated.

However, Vivian didn't have the heart to appreciate the loftiness of the European-style castle villa, but

was preoccupied with Issac's affairs.

It was a cold, overcast day outside, with a bitterly cold wind that chattered.

Noticing that Vivian's hand was cold, Morris held that hand and tucked it directly into his pocket.

Suddenly, he paused in his movements.

Vivian was still walking forward with her head down, but because she was being held by

Morris’ hand and tugged, Vivian came to a halt.

Faced with the soulless woman, Morris naturally way she had something on her mind.

"I hope that two people are together and honest with each other."

He said.

A word that let Vivian know what he meant.

Those eyes of hers lost their usual brilliance and instead became dull.

“What?" Vivian pretended to be confused.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and took her into his arms, "What are you hiding that you won't

tell me?"

She forced a smile, "Nothing, nothing at all. I'm just dizzy and I don't know what's going on.

“Come on, let's go back and I'll ask the family doctor to have a check on you.”

After saying that, he dragged Vivian back to the bedroom and made her lie down on the bed, while

Morris called the family doctor to come over and help Vivian with some diagnosis.

In the end, it was only said that she was weak, anaemic, plus she had insomnia and extremely poor

sleep quality, which had seriously led to a decline in her health. After the family doctor left, Morris

gazed at her worriedly, his face laden with melancholy.

*"I'll order the kitchen to make lunch for you.” He turned to go out, but Vivian pulled him back with a

hand, "Don't go, I want to hug you."

Vivian's eyes full of sadness looked at him, invisibly tugging at Morris’ heart, making the man's heart

ache.

"Okay."

He nodded his head in agreement. Then he saw Vivian move to one side, gesturing for Morris to sleep

with her.

Morris just assumed that Vivian was in a bad mood, took off his jacket, lifted the bedding and lay down

beside her.

His long fingers ruffled the messy hair by her cheeks, “Tell me, why are you unhappy?"

"What? No, I'm not unhappy.”

Vivian pursed her lips and smiled as she wrapped her arms around Morris and took the initiative to kiss

him.

It was a sudden initiative, lightly sucking on his lips, passionate.

He couldn't help but be stunned and bewildered.

But the man did not dare to move at all as his body was on fire from her teasing.

It was only when Vivian realized that Morris couldn't respond that she stopped and frowned unhappily,

“What are you doing? I have already taken initiative." A wicked smile tinted his handsome face, “I'm

afraid I won't be able to hold back myself."

Vivian reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head to look at him with deep

affection.

And then she came up to him, "I just want you. "