My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 111 Morris Can Only Makes Porridge

But he didn't even do it.

This man was more or less a gentleman, with a bit of a conscience.

And she couldn't bear to turn her back on him.

Angrily, she walked back to sit beside Morris, her small, whitish face tinged with a slight blush from her

excessive anger, making her pale cheeks even more delicate.

Taking in the scene just now, Morris asked in a soft voice, "If you're angry, why are you helping him?"

When the masked man appeared, Morris wanted to just get rid of him, but Vivian's subsequent words

and actions showed Morris that she was a woman with ideas, and that he should not interfere with

anything she did.

Unless she could not solve it.

This was a basic respect for Vivian.

"He ...... never mind, I'm so hungry, it's a waste of my life to bother with him."

Vivian huffed and snatched a skewer of meat from Morris's hand and rushed to eat it again, but still got

her mouth burned by the sizzling kebab, "It's so hot, it's annoying!"

All sorts of things piled up and made her annoyed.

That look amused Morris.

Morris took the roast from her hand, cut a piece with his dagger, stuck it in the tip of his knife, blew on

it, and then passed it to her mouth, "Here."

Vivian was so hungry that she didn't think much about it and took a direct bite, and immediately ...... her

face stiffened and she looked at Morris with a tight frown, "Eww."

Without salt, it was really tasteless, and this was a terrible grill.

"Not good?"

Morris raised his eyebrows, taking a bite of the meat and tasting it, and his brows furrowed.

The meat was very woody and smelled burnt, even with blood in the meat, battered on the outside and

raw on the inside.

Embarrassment surfaced on the man's stunningly beautiful face.

"Morris, can you only cook porridge?"

Thinking back to those previous days in the same room with him, including the second day they were in

the village, he had served her porridge.

Besides porridge, it was porridge.

He didn't appear to have done anything else.

The truth was seen through by Vivian at a glance, and Morris's eyes flashed slightly, "Don’t eat."

His silence made Vivian instantly understand that it turned out that Morris really could make porridge!

"Well ...... actually, I guess, you're so busy with business, it's nice enough that you can make porridge.

Well, not bad."

Vivian said very perfunctorily, and then quietly took the roast meat from Morris's hand and nibbled on it.

Even though the meat was undercooked, she was hungry and needed food, so she could only endure

the fishy taste and chew a few bites.

Despite being hungry, it had to say ......

It was so damn ...... awful!

She swore the poison wasn't even this bad.

Vivian forced herself to take a few bites before she couldn't help but gag.

Seeing this, Morris' face was gloomy, yet he felt sorry for her.

"Don't eat it if it's too bad."

Morris snatched the roast from her hand and handed her the pistol, "Take this, I'll go find you

something to eat."

With those words, he gave a warning look at the masked man, got up, and walked away.

"Hey, where are you going?"

When Vivian saw that Morris was leaving, the little sense of security she had at the bottom of her heart

instantly disappeared.

But she didn't feel that dependence on Morris at all.

The man walked away without looking back, and Vivian yelled, "Morris, you're not going to abandon me

and leave on your own, are you?"

Should it be that she felt the food he cooked was bad hurt his dignity, so he was going to abandon her

in a fit of anger?

At those words, Morris's pace lurched, and in his mind, her words reverberated and circled in his mind.

A sentence, helpless and pitiful, ruffled the softest part of the man's heart, he could not help but feel his

heart ache.

His eyes rippled with a smile, "Silly girl, what are you thinking about?"

The extremely gentle smile cannot be hidden.

That kind of tenderness was something that Vivian couldn't feel.

"That's more like it. You're my brother, and if you dare to abandon me, I'm going to complain to

Grandma when I get out."

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In her previous life, Vivian must have been an iron tree so she would ruin the atmosphere.

Listening to her words, the gentle smile on Morris's face instantly froze, before it gloomed at a fast

speed.

Noticing that his face was not right, Vivian's heart tightened, "Hey, Morris, you ...... you're not really

going to leave me behind, are you? Don’t, don’t do so."

God had managed to open a door to life for her, and she would be regret it if he sealed it.

Thinking about this, Vivian panicked.

Immediately she stood up from the ground, trotted to the front of Morris, grabbed his sleeve, aggrieved

and pitiful, "I was just joking, it's actually not very bad, it just ...... a bit fishy, the rest is very good. Well

...... just like ...... just like the bloodied medium rare steak, it's actually not bad. But I'm a country

bumpkin from the countryside, so of course I'm not used to this kind of food, hehehe."

God knows, it had taken a lot of brain cells to come up with such a speech to fawn over Morris and

barely save his honor!

Accustomed to seeing Vivian's duplicity, Morris should have pushed her away.

But at the moment her cheeks were dirty, her shoulder-length hair slightly disheveled, and her clothes

even muddier, like a naughty child crawling out of a mud puddle.

Her pathetic look of intense survival eager and insecurity touched the man's heart.

Morris looked down at Vivian, and his deep, cool eyes went from indifference to intolerance to

heartache ......

A few changes of mood, extremely fast, so fast that Vivian couldn't notice them.

"Morris, don't be mad, I'm just kidding."

To Vivian, Morris was a life-saving straw, and her powerful desire to survive prevented her from

offending Morris again.

Because she had too many things she could not let go of and didn't want to die.

She could only fight for more chances of survival by 'clutching' Morris tightly.

In the old days, she sometimes was cold, sometimes wild, sometimes flattering ......

It was elusive, yet he could feel her duplicity.

But at this moment, she was wretched and pitiful, alone and helpless, like a child who was afraid of

being discarded, and after suffering great pain and fear, her sense of security was greatly reduced, and

even the last fortress of her heart was gradually destroyed.

She had to remove her disguised face and show 'cowardice' in front of him.

Morris' brow knitted slightly, loaded with heartache.

The next moment, he couldn't help but tug her into his arms and hold her tightly.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, carefully avoiding the wound on her arm, and just held her,

not repulsed by the dirt on her body in the slightest, his so-called 'mysophobia' all but gone in this

moment.