Millionaire In Love With Me

“Vivian, I have enough courage to do anything, but in the face of you, I don’t even dare to say ‘I like you’. Don’t you think I’m ridiculous?”

The man sighed in frustration, and some sadness inexplicably grew in his heart.

“Sleep well and have a good night.”

Morris rubbed his large palm through her hair and leaned down, leaving a kiss on her lips, his large palm covering her cheek for a long time before he reluctantly got up and left.

Walking out of the bedroom, he turned out the light.

In the dim sight, Vivian, whose eyes were closed a moment ago, had already opened her eyes.

She was astonished, and her eyes were covered with unconcealed shock.

He said he liked her?

Vivian could drink a lot, a few bottles of wine would not make her drunk at all, it was just that she had been busy with the wedding decoration for days and was rather sleepy and fell asleep.

But she hadn’t even expected to wake up just in time to hear what Morris had just said.

Immersed in shock, Vivian didn’t dare to make a sound.

Even when Morris kissed her on the lips, she didn’t dare reach out and push him away.

She totally messed up and not sure how to react.

How did this happen?

Vivian recalled that day at her hometown, they sent Master home after drinking, and on the way back, Morris said he had a friend who was about to marry his pregnant fiancée but he found out he liked someone else …

So, Morris wasn’t talking about his friend, but himself.

Vivian couldn’t figure out when Morris had fallen in love with her, nor did she dare to think about it.

What does a scum bag love or no love have to do with her?

Although she comforted herself with this, Vivian remembered when she first met Morris, his repeated bullying and never being soft-hearted.

Instead, he now said he liked her, but didn’t touch her again.

So he meant it

…

Five o’clock in the morning.

Vivian then arranged for a bride’s secretary to go directly to the Longxi Villa to be in charge of contacting with Yoona and asking her what she needed at the wedding.

And as the secretary Sophie had just arrived at the Longxi villa, she was blocked from entering.

“Hi, I’m the bride’s secretary arranged by the wedding company to come over and dock the wedding process with the bride.” Sophie said.

“Our lady said that you should just wait outside.” A bodyguard said.

Sophie was somewhat reluctant, but agreed.

And right now, the upstairs was lit up as the wedding dress company came over with makeup and costume artists, working closely to put makeup on and change Yoona’s clothes.

Until everything was done, it was six in the morning.

At that moment, Yorlien and Phu Yen walked in.

Yorlien was in well dress with delicate makeup, dressing in a cheongsam, elegant and charming.

She stood in front of Yoona and looked up and down at the beautiful Yoona, “Oh my god, my daughter is really the most beautiful bride.”

“Finally you have grown up, and you are now getting married.” Phu Yen sighed reluctantly.

“Sis, congratulations, you’ve finally gotten your wish to marry Morris.”

The handsome Raine, wearing a tailored suit, walked up to Yoona and smiled happily, “Sis, you’re getting married today, shouldn’t you give me a red envelop?”

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, Yoona looked at the three and squeezed a stiff smile on her apprehensive face, “Thank you.”

She said and took a thick red envelope from the table and handed it to Raine, “Here you are.”

“Hahahaha, thanks, sis.”

Raine raised the red envelope happily, and then said, “You talk to Mom and Dad, I’ll go and see what I need to prepare.”

“Go ahead.”

Yoona nodded.

“Yoona, why do you look upset today?”

After all, she was Yoona’s biological mother, and Yorlien noticed at once that Yoona was preoccupied.

“You silly girl, today is the big day, what are you hanging your head for? From today onwards, you are the wife of Morris, many women envy that.”

Phu Yen patted her shoulder, “Be happy today, we are on you back.”

Yoona clasped her hands together, her watery bright eyes rippling with a bitter smile, “Well, thanks Mom and Dad. I probably slept too late yesterday and I’m a little sleepy.”

It had happened, and who could help her?

If everything went smooth, she would be able to marry into the Cheal family and become Morris’ wife.

But it was such a grand day that made Yoona more and more wary, she was afraid that those unpleasant things would be exposed.

If not, how could she be so quiet these days?

“Having a wedding is tiresome. It’ll be fine. But it’s still early, Morris doesn’t pick up the bride until nine in the morning, so you can still get some sleep.”

“Yeah, listen to your mom and have a nap.”

Phu Yen was dressed in a suit, highly spirit, and his slightly chubby belly showed his identity as a businessman.

“Okay, I’ll have some rest.” Wanting to be quiet, Yoona nodded her head in agreement.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Be careful when you sleep, don’t mess up your look.” Yorlien admonished, before pulling Phu Yen out of the bedroom.

Lifting her puffy wedding dress, Yoona got up and walked over to the bed, lying down smoothly.

All she could think of was the day she was kidnapped, taken into a dilapidated warehouse and confronted by burly men who wanted to remove the child from her womb.

The child was the only trump card that cemented her marriage to a rich family.

In order to save her child, Yoona spared her dignity and fell to the ground, begging them to let the child in her womb go.

But those people not only asked for 3 million to keep their mouth shut, they would even make a demand …

They said, “You can keep the child in your womb, if you can make us happy, we will let the child in your womb go.”

Yoona broke down on the spot, never at any time was she as desperate as she was at that moment.

She was afraid that what happened that day would be revealed and would become the laughing stock of everyone in L City, living her whole life as if she were a street rat.

Tears slipped down from the corners of Yoona’s eyes.

With a nervous and uneasy heart, she dialed Morris’ number.

The phone rang, and Morris, who was sitting in his study smoking, glanced at the phone on his desk, and the screen showed Yoona’s name.

His handsome face sank as he ran his thumb across the screen and answered the phone.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, in an icy tone.

Yoona’s heart, at once, fell to the bottom and cooled.

“Morris, are you ready?” Yoona asked with tears in her eyes and a gentle voice.

The man took a drag on his cigarette, his long fingers flicking the butt against the ashtray, “Kind of.”

“It’s so soon, we’re getting married. I … I’m a little nervous.”

It was not nervousness, but trepidation.