My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 137 The milk is poisoned

Seeing him walk in, Yara greeted him with greeting, "Mr. Cheal, you are back"

“Yes."

The man was as cold as ever.

"Vivian, take your time, I'll go to bed first."

She went straight back to the bedroom to avoid disturbing the two of them alone, Vivian and Morris.

Morris’ long, bony fingers unbuttoned his suit, hiked his jacket casually on the back of the sofa, sat on

the sofa to Vivian's side, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you promise Grandma?"

Although Morris didn't understand why Grandma wanted Vivian to decorate the wedding site for him

and Yoona, Vivian could have refused, but she unexpectedly agreed.

Vivian sat on her knees, cradling the chips in her hands, taking one to fill her mouth, glancing lazily at

him and muttering, "What reason do I have to refuse?"

She shrugged and sighed, "If it wasn't for Grandma liking me, you wouldn't have broken into the fire to

save me, you wouldn't have gone abroad to save me, and you wouldn't have risked your life to save

me in the deep woods. In any case, grandmother has been kind to me and I remember it in my heart.

Let alone just asking me to decorate a wedding site, even if I were to donate a kidney to her, I wouldn't

refuse."

And since she owed Madame Cheal a 'life-saving favor', Vivian had absolutely no reason to refuse.

Her words fell on Morris’ ears, and a scene came to mind, like a movie playing on speed, like yesterday

all over again.

The man's long, narrow, sharp eyes gradually darkened, so, in her mind, everything he did was

because of 'Grandma's orders'?

Was it all because Grandma liked her that she ordered him to protect her?

"I'll meet you at your office tomorrow to discuss the details of the wedding site with you."

Vivian seemed to be relieved of everything, her mood smooth and bland.

She admitted to hating the Lee family, but now since she couldn't take revenge, she simply forced

herself to let go of her hatred.

Vivian owed too much to Madame Cheal, much less would she do something at the wedding site to

make Yoona lose face, which would only reduce the Madame Cheal family to the laughing stock of L

City.

Being kind-hearted and knowing how to repay her kindness, she would naturally not do anything

despicable and shameless.

"I'll leave things to Trent."

Morris recalled when he and Yoona were engaged, Vivian suddenly appeared on the scene and

learned the truth, knowing that her child would be given to Yoona to raise after it was born, and that in

order to avoid this from happening, she actually took a large amount of medicine to cause herself to

miscarry despite the danger, nearly bleeding to death.

That incident had irritated Vivian.

He didn't want to put her through the pain again.

"Heh."

Vivian snorted lightly, her cool eyes turning languidly to Morris, "Afraid I'll make a move on Yoona at the

wedding?"

She said while shaking her head, sarcasm and contempt written all over her face, "I, Vivian, have never

been that despicable."

With those words, she dropped the bag of chips on the table, got up, put on her slippers, and went

straight to her bedroom.

Bang--

The door to the room was slammed heavily shut, isolating Morris from staring at her.

He was silent for a moment, got up and went to his study to begin his work.

Vivian tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and with the addition of Yara, it became even harder

to adjust.

Late at night when it was after twelve, Yara was already asleep, she played with her phone, feeling no

fun, so she got up and went to the living room to watch TV.

Turned on various variety shows and swiped through them, none of them were any good.

Seeing that it was already after three o'clock late at night, Vivian lay on the sofa and still had no desire

to sleep, so she finally had to go to the study.

But when she pushed open the door, Morris was actually still sitting at his desk working on his papers.

Vivian was stunned and asked with great surprise, "It's almost four o'clock, why are you still awake?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"You're worried about me?"

Morris’ thin lips lifted into a light smile.

"Don't be too confident, okay? I just feel like I can't play the game with you hogging the computer."

Playing games late at night when you can't sleep is the best way to decompress.

Morris looked at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer. It was nearing four o'clock, but she

still didn't look the least bit sleepy, instead she was getting more and more energetic.

"I'm done, you can use it."

The man turned off the file, got up and walked around Vivian and closed the door directly.

Vivian bristled and muttered, "Why is he so nice today?"

Did he know that she was going back home and that was why he was treating her a little better?

She didn't think much of it and sat down in the executive chair, the leather chair was not breathable and

she could almost still feel the warmth lingering on the man's body.

Vivian turned on her computer, logged into her game account, and started playing the game.

While in the living room, Morris warmed a cup of hot milk for Vivian, put the medicine prescribed by the

doctor for Vivian into the milk and stirred it until it melted away, before carrying it into the study.

"Get out of the way, how am I going to develop if you kill my soldier? Can you play? The kindergarten is

on vacation again?"

Vivian crackled the keyboard and moved the mouse with one hand, staring intently at the computer.

"Here, have a glass of milk."

Morris set the cup next to the table and swept a glance at the game Vivian was playing, "You like this a

lot?"

"Yes, Thanks."

Vivian was so engrossed in the game that she didn't have time to drink the milk.

Seeing that the glass of milk was about to get cold, Morris was worried that if it did, the strong smell of

medicine in it would get to her.

Solely picking up the milk and handing it directly to her mouth, "Drink it."

A straw was placed in the milk cup, and Vivian only needed to lower her head to drink the milk, but she

stood up in shock because a glass of milk suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Morris, what are you doing?"

This scumbag actually served her milk, and holy shit, what happened?

When had Morris ever been so nice to her?

Flattered, she removed her headphones and looked at Morris and then at the milk he was holding, "You

poisoned the milk?"

At that, the man's face was black, "Drink or not?"

"Of course not, what if it's poisonous, can I see the sun tomorrow?" Vivian's desire to live was

overflowing.

The corners of Morris’ mouth twitched slightly, exasperated by her.

So in her mind, he was such a despicable and shameless person.

He didn't explain any of it, but picked up the milk and took a sip, handing it to her again, "Milk helps you

sleep. You need to rest early as your wound is not yet healed and you are actually playing games. Let

me see your wrist, it doesn't hurt at all."

If it was any other girl, if she was injured, she would have cried out in pain and aggravation, but she

actually sat in front of the computer playing games frantically with her wound.

There was only one such woman in the world.

"Oh, thanks."

Vivian saw that he had taken a sip, so it should not be poisonous, so she took the milk and gulped it

down in one gulp.

And then, smashing her mouth and frowning tightly, "Morris, did you put something in the

milk?"