My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 219 The Bizarre Altar

She smeared herself, just hoping that Morris would have the self-awareness to stay away from her.

"So, how many men do you have besides me?"

Morris' large palm constrained her wrist, with a force that could not help but crush Vivian's bones.

The corners of her mouth grinned in pain, but she still forced herself to bear the pain in her wrist,

inclined her head to think, and said carelessly, "Let's see, in high school I got a room with a guy I liked,

and he ended up running away in fear before it even started. When I was in college, I really fell in love Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

with a guy, it was my first love, and we went out to get a room a lot.

Then when I found out that my first love are not good in bed, I dumped him and switched to another

guy. I found a tall, powerful, athletic guy until graduation. When he left the country, he wasn't in touch."

Vivian almost made herself out to be a delinquent girl, hoping that Morris would think she was a slut..

"You're lying. The first time you mistakenly broke into nighttime apartment that night, you were still a

virgin!"

"What the hell, that thing is just a layer of membrane, I'll go to the hospital to refill it any time I change

partners. It's just a thrill to play, ugh, it's no fun you don’t even know this."

Vivian broke off Morris' hand and turned to face the bookshelf squarely, pretending to look for a book.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, after she had smeared herself, would this man still be interested in her?

"Slutty!"

Just as Vivian was secretly speculating in her heart, the low voice of Morris suddenly rang out behind

her.

The sound was not loud, but she could hear it clearly.

Vivian smoothly took out a blue book, opened it, looked back at Morris, shook her head, with a face of

contempt, "You are not avant-garde. Think about it, what age is this? It's the twenty-first century, past

the time when men could have three wives and four concubines, not it is the time for women to have

three husbands and four concubines. Even if the traditional concept doesn't allow it, it's not a crime. Do

you think so?"

Speaking of this, Vivian closed the book in her hand and inclined her head, those watery, clear eyes

looking him up and down, "Actually, you're quite handsome, if you weren't too domineering, I could

consider being with you. As long as you promise me that I have another men."

"Okay."

Morris raised one eyebrow and lifted a hand to hook her chin, "If you dare to find one, I will kill one."

"Tsk ...... hostile. "

Vivian shook her head with an indifferent posture, seemingly not caring at all about Morris' threats, and

let out a long sigh, "Alas, life is short, just enjoy it in time. I just like money and beautiful men, and if you

can't accept that, it's doomed that we can't be together. But Issac is different, Issac knows that I'm a

philanderer, and he'll be able to accept me finding another man. Morris, your love is still a bit too

domineering."

Vivian felt heart-weak, but she still said it out.

With the idea of convincing Morris that she was 'scum', she became reckless.

"You think that I would believe you?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you really don't believe me, after we leave here, you can go

investigate. My first love, the one I got a room with, his name is Stefan Bell."

For conviction, Vivian literally told Morris the name of her ex-boyfriend.

"Stefan Bell ......"

Morris murmured Stefan Bell's name, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took Vivian's words with a grain

of salt.

Vivian casually took a few books and flipped through them, muttering, "What's all this, none of it has

been heard of. Guess they're all ancient novels."

She looked at the book in her hand, and before she was ready to read it, Morris said, "It's late, let's go."

"Ok~~"

Vivian put the book back on the shelf and the two walked towards the outside of the study.

After just a few steps, Morris' steps came to a screeching halt, "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his sudden reaction and serious face, Vivian's heart thudded and tensed up.

"Do you hear that? There's the sound of water."

Morris let go of Vivian and turned back, looking around the large study before finally fixing his eyes on

a black sealed altar that sat against the wall on an offering table.

He stepped over and Vivian followed, but for some reason, the sound of the water in the altar grew

louder and louder as the two got closer.

It's that kind of sound of an altar of water being stirred by an external force, making a whirring sound of

water, a very distinct sound, as if there was something inside.

Vivian, who was a girl after all, tugged on Morris' sleeve with some trepidation and whispered, "Holy

shit, there can't be a ghost, can there? No one has been here for so long, and the altar is sealed so

well, something would be dead."

No matter how bold a person may be, they are extraordinarily fearful in the face of the unknown.

"Go behind."

Morris pushed Vivian, making her go back a few steps while he reached and untied the rope sealing

the altar, uncovering the top layer of faded cloth and a layer of mud beneath.

The mud did a good job of sealing in air.

He pulled a dagger out of his pocket, one of the knives he found in the other room, picked through the

mud, and opened several more layers of cloth, the bottom of which was sealed with vellum.

A complex and cumbersome closure that was highly confidential.

But as he watched the mouth of the altar being opened, the sound of the water inside grew louder and

louder.

As he was about to open the last layer of vellum, Morris glanced back at Vivian, "Stand away."

"Don't open it, it's quite scary."

She said not to open it, but curiosity drove her, frantic to see what was inside the altar.

At Morris' admonition, Vivian took a few steps back while the sound of the water in the altar dwindled

and finally returned to silence.

Morris picked open the vellum and instead of moving over to look directly, he took out his phone, turned

on the flash, and moved over with his phone, taking a picture to avoid direct facial contact that would

encounter unknown dangers.

After taking several photos in a row, he then walked over to Vivian, and the two of them zoomed in on

the photos, and it was bizarre to find that there was only clear water in the altar, so clear that they could

see the pattern of the black altar.

The two let out a breath and looked up at each other, their eyes wandering, and then at the altar, and

walked over to it.

The sound just now was clearly coming from the altar, but why can't they see anything through the

photo?

"You stand still, there's a bowl over there, I'll pour it out and find out what is going on." Morris

said.