My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 142 We'll Never See Each Other Again

This back and forth was a waste of time even if it cost a lot of money.

Vivian swore to God that this was the most costly day she had ever felt.

Filled with anger, she entered the clubhouse, stood at the elevator and swiped her special elevator card ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

and went straight back to her penthouse apartment.

When she entered the apartment, it was dark inside, and Vivian, who was in an irritable mood, did not

turn on the lights, took off her shoes, barefooted, and walked lightly to the sofa to lie down.

As a result, once she laid down, she noticed that something was wrong with the position of her head on

the pillow.

She reached out and wiped her hand, it was still warm, Vivian sat up in a flash, "Morris, are you fucking

sick? Why don’t you turn on the light, want to scare me to death?"

Just the thought of how this bastard Morris had treated her today made her feel angry.

Standing up from the couch, she grunted and walked away.

Just then, all the lights in the apartment came on.

He turned back and looked at Vivian who walked barefoot to the bedroom with an angry look on her

face, his thin lips slightly opened, and without waiting for him to say something, he heard a bang and

the door of the room closed tightly there.

Morris’ brow knitted slightly as he thought about the moment when she had gone on a rampage.

He couldn't help but wonder to himself if it was, indeed, too much.

Morris got up, walked over to Vivian's bedroom, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Several knocks in quick succession, and no one answered inside.

Morris asked, "Still angry?"

With a creak, the door opened and Vivian, a duffel bag in her hand, walked out of the room and stood

in front of him, her stern eyes glaring at him, "Get out of the way!"

At those words, Morris’ face quickly gloomed at a rate visible to the eye, "What did you say?"

"I said ......"

Before it could be finished, she sensed that Morris’ face was not right, and she immediately conceded

and bristled, "Get out of my way, get out of my way."

"Where are you going?"

Morris stood motionless in front of Vivian.

Her face was cool as she raised her eyes and glared at him with a harsh gaze, "It's none of your

business where I go."

Although there was nothing at all wrong with what Morris had done in the matter of waiving the bill at

the clubhouse, Vivian was just very angry and her anger was hard to dispel.

Even she herself didn't understand why she was lashing out.

"It's dangerous for a girl to go out this late at night."

Seeing her like an angry bird, Morris couldn't help but wonder to himself if he shouldn't have done that

at that moment.

Otherwise she wouldn't be so angry.

"Dangerous or not, it doesn't matter much to you."

Vivian grunted coldly and carried her luggage, trying to get past Morris and just leave.

But Morris moved a step to the left, directly in her way.

The haughty and cold man looked down at her and asked rhetorically, "Eating my food, living in my

house, and treating me to a dollar breakfast, and you feel expensive. How come taking Issac to spend

millions, you don’t feel expensive, instead of getting angry with me?"

Wasn’t she unreasonable'?

"That's because I thought we ......"

She raised her voice and before she could finish the words 'that's because I thought we had a better

relationship because we live under the same roof', her words trailed off and she snorted, "Yes, you're

right. I just like to be treated differently, what's wrong with that?"

Vivian shoved Morris so hard that he stumbled back a step, and Vivian walked right around him and

left.

As she passed by him, Morris clutched her wrist, "You like him that much?"

The man's breath was chilling, and even the eyes that gazed at Vivian became increasingly cold.

But Vivian looked like she wasn't afraid, holding her head high and saying, "Yes."

The two men stared at each other, one with loss in his bitter cold gaze; the other with exasperation in

her firm eyes.

Looking at each other for a moment, Morris asked again, "In that case, that day in Dongpu Village,

when you had Yeon come over and ask me that remark, what was the meaning of it?"

That day, Vivian asked him out late at night to enjoy the moon and left again with the excuse of having

a stomachache, after which Yeon appeared and asked some inexplicable questions.

Ask him: Are you in love with Yoona? Do you have to get married just because you're engaged to

Yoona?

If she really liked Issac, but had Yeon come over to ask him these questions, what was her intention?

"What did Yeon ask?"

Vivian was confused.

"There's nothing you want to say about me and Yoona getting married?"

"Heh, that's saying as if anything I say will help. "

Vivian shook off Morris’ hand, "She is pregnant, isn't it bullshit to ask this? Besides, what's my

relationship with you?"

She reached out and poked her fingertips hard at Morris’ heart, "What kind of relationship can I have

with you when you don't even give a little discount for me spending money at your bar? Just a

passerby, and when I leave L City, I'll be nothing more than a passerby in your life up to this point."

Vivian sort of saw Morris through completely.

He treated her a hundred times better when she could be of use to him.

But once she had lost all the value, she was nothing.

What a realistic man!

"Also, take care of your wedding with Yoona on your own, I'll talk to grandma myself tomorrow. Save

yourself from any accidents when the time comes and you blame on me, I can't afford to take the

blame."

Originally, she had agreed Madame Cheal before to decorate the wedding site for Morris and Yoona.

On the contrary, the way Morris was 'operating' today, she didn't even want to help him do that even if

she was paid.

"See you!"

She gave a glance at Morris and turned to walk straight away.

She took a step, "No, never see you again."

Her connection to Morris ended there.

Morris turned slowly and watched her leave with her bags, lapsing into silence.

Passerby?

So, she didn't like him at all.

On that day in Dongpu Village, Yeon's questions were all for her own.

Thinking back carefully, after that day Yeon repeatedly used Vivian as a reason to get close to him, just

because Yeon had feeling for him!

At this moment, Morris’ face was expressionless, his fists hanging at his side clenched, and for the first

time, he felt how ridiculous 'making a fool of himself' was.

Vivian left the apartment and went straight back to the small apartment she had rented before, carrying

her luggage.

Luckily the apartment was fully prepared with everything, so she washed up and went straight to bed.

Lying in bed, the thought of a million being squandered like that made her heart ache.

She posted the lease on the app, trying to sublet this apartment she had rented out so she could still

recoup a little money, which wasn't too bad.

This day, as usual, she lay tossing and turning in bed before falling asleep in the early hours of the

morning.

The following day.

Vivian called Issac early in the morning and said that she would not go to Jun Lin today.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she went to the kitchen and made breakfast, sitting at

the table to have her food.