My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 199 Morris Is Scumbag

The uncomfortable words were by and large the boldest Morris had heard in years.

If it were anyone else, they would have become a wisp of death in hell.

But she, Vivian, was really emboldened by Morris’ fondness.

The man's sharp eyes were slightly narrowed, bursting with danger, "Vivian!"

"What's with the shouting? Morris, I'm telling you, I feel insulted that you're calling my name right now.

You'd better ......"

She was still cursing with abandon, yet the words were only half spoken before the man sealed them C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

with a kiss.

Vivian's head rested on the dashboard of the motorcycle, her eyes wide and incredulous as she looked

at Morris, "God ...... get lost ......"

Being forcefully kissed by him, Vivian's heart ignited with a burning anger, always feeling as if she was

taken advantage of.

Despite the familiar masculine scent that lingered on her nostrils as his slightly cool lips touched hers.

That scent was so familiar, as if in a dream and as if it existed every day, that it made her heart's anger

inexplicably reduce quite a bit.

But ......

What the hell, how could she be so familiar with the scent on Morris?

Was this man taking advantage of her every day while she slept? How else could she be so used to it

that it felt so natural?

The anger that had just subsided surged up again, and she struggled to reach out her hand and slap

Morris again in anger, yet the man had already expected her to strike him, his hand free of the

handlebars and clutching her wrist directly, rising up and gazing at her with cold eyes, "What, are you

addicted to hitting me?"

"You are so shameless ...... "

As Vivian had just cursed, Morris snapped his head down, his sexy lips once again covering her soft

red lips and biting them.

Instantly, blood seeped into his lips and a fishy-sweet taste came up.

"That hurts, Morris, are you a dog? How dare you bite me!"

Vivian was furious, shoving him away and raising her foot to kick him in the face, the man reacted

swiftly and leaned back to avoid her strike.

But the strike of a kick was just a false move, her real purpose was to get off the motorcycle, and run

away without looking back.

That hasty back, as if there was a vicious dog behind her.

Morris straightened up and pursed his lips, gazing at her as she ran away, his lips curling up in a curve,

"Heh."

Smiling from the bottom of his heart, he shook his head helplessly, stopped on the acelerator, and went

straight on his way.

She was angry at the moment, and Morris didn't want to find fault.

She was the one who beat him!

At one time, he was most unable to accept a woman's unreasonable behavior, but now he felt that such

Vivian was different, adding a few ripples to his peaceful life.

After running for a few steps, Vivian stopped only when she saw Morris ride away on his motorcycle.

Before walking for a while, a car stopped beside her, and Trent, who was sitting on the passenger seat,

lowered the window, "Miss Mond, get in, we'll take you back."

"Okay."

As long as it wasn't Morris’ car, it was fine to take anyone's car, "Trent, it's still you who's nice."

She said as she pulled open the door and got in.

Trent responded, "Thank you, Miss Mond."

It was an order from his Boss? It was in the wilderness, he would not leave Vivian here.

Nearly an hour later, they arrived downtown.

Back at the Night apartment, Vivian walked into the living room and stood in the foyer to change her

shoes when she saw that the shoes Morris had worn yesterday had been placed aside.

He was back?

As she was thinking, she heard the sound of pots in the kitchen.

"Wash your hand and eat."

Morris, who was busy in the kitchen, seemed to know that she had returned.

She slipped on her slippers and walked to the kitchen to take a look.

On the stove top, porridge tumbled in a casserole, and smoke rose and disappeared down the smoker.

Vivian glanced at the porridge and then at Morris, her complex and doubt-laden gaze seeming to say,

Porridge again? Heh, you really only know how to make porridge. However, I won’t eat it, maybe

there's poison in it. "

She ignored Morris’ gloomy, handsome face and headed straight for the bedroom.

Suddenly, she thought of something and walked out of her bedroom and turned to Morris’ bedroom.

Morris, who happened to be walking out of the kitchen, saw Vivian enter his bedroom, and a bad

feeling came over him.

Living under the same roof as him, Vivian was very principled, she would never enter his room without

permission.

He placed the porridge in the dining room and headed towards his bedroom.

Within a few steps, abruptly, a roar erupted from the bedroom, "Morris!"

Accompanied by Vivian's hysterical rant, she walked out of the bedroom with a fury, and by the way,

she picked up an antique porcelain on the stand to her right and smashed it directly towards Morris,

"You bastard, didn't you say you didn't touch me? You liar!"

The curio produced a parabola from mid-air and struck directly at Morris’ face, where he caught it with

his bare hands with a quick move.

His face went dark slightly, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Heh, you have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?"

Vivian huffed and walked up to Morris, grabbed the tie around his neck and yanked it towards his

heels, though it suddenly tightened and strangled Morris’ neck.

But this one move by the damned woman was really wild in a dominant way.

"Don't you like to lie? Then tell me what this is, huh?!"

She held up the bottle of medicine in her hand, the small white bottle with the name of the drug noted

on it - Eszopiclone tablets!

Morris glanced at the medicine bottle clutched by her fingers, his face without much expression, as if

everything was expected by him.

"The milk you gave me tasted weird every time, so you really put sleeping pills in it. Vile and shameless

dog man, do you believe I will call the police now and sue you for rape?!"

Bearish rage burned rampantly, having burned away the last shreds of her sanity.

"Don't you like to lie? Now you're given the chance, make up an excuse!" She glared angrily at Morris,

her hand gripping his tie with increasing force.

Morris frowned, grabbing his tie back from her hand and untying it straight away, tossing it aside on the

couch.

"Eszopiclone tablets are indeed medicine and help with sleep. But haven't you noticed that you have

insomnia? These pills were prescribed by the doctor to ensure your sleep."

He, who was not good at explaining himself, had no choice but to explain himself.

However, Vivian didn't believe a word of it.

"You're the one with insomnia, your whole family has insomnia! Vile, shameless man!"

As soon as Vivian slammed the medicine in Morris’ face, she returned to her bedroom, grabbed her

phone, and rushed out with her bag.