My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 260 Vivian confesses her love on the spot

The corners of Fraser's mouth twitched, only to feel that some things were excessively coincidental.

There was an old saying: Speak of the devil and he will come!

He said at noon that Fraser would not return to the country, but what was the situation now?

What a mess.

On the catwalk, the host held the microphone with a face of unconcealed delight, "Oh my God, Ivana,

this is an elaborate romance that you have prepared, right? Using the 'First Love' design product for

Miss Mond to wear and walk down the runway, and then having her explain 'First Love', when in fact

the real purpose is to confess her love to Mr. Marsh, right?"

Vivian: it's a shame you didn't become an editor!

She was in a state of amazement, her emotions tumbling, and it was a little hard to talk about it for a

while.

Fraser, whom she hadn't seen for five years, actually appeared in front of her unbelievably, as if he had

fallen from the sky!

That was not the point, the point was that the host made some deductions and connected everything

together, which left her at a loss for words.

Vivian took a look at Fraser, who seemed to have matured considerably since then, but the bookish air

he exuded was really attractive.

She gazed at Fraser, who also looked at her.

At this point, the background music switched to a romantic tune in good time, with a lilting rendition of

Richard Clayderman's 'Maricge D'amour', bringing the scene to a climax.

For some reason, Vivian abruptly felt that her favourite song, 'Maricge D'amour', was actually that

harsh and ironic at this moment, as if it carried endless ridicule.

Suddenly, she felt a harsh gaze coming straight at her.

With a slight slant of her gaze, Vivian met the slightly lost eyes of Morris.

Her heart, at one point, felt like it had been pricked by a needle, vaguely uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and held the microphone in her hand, nervous, with sweat stains forming on her

palms.

Yara, who was sitting on the other side of the catwalk, also took in the scene, looked at the man called

Fraser, and then at Morris, and was instantly embarrassed for Vivian.

Because in the backstage just now, Ivana had discussed with Vivian, saying that it was okay for her not

to be very good at walking the show, and that with her perfect body and height, she could just walk out

with the jewellery and make up some 'first love' design inspiration.

But as fate would have it, who knew that her first love would come today!

The most important thing was the host's unbearable mouth.

"Oh my!"

Yara reached up and covered her face, not knowing for a moment how to face the scene that was to This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

follow.

Would Vivian kill her when she got off the catwalk later?!!!

Equally anxious was Ivana, beside Vivian, who saw such a good atmosphere in the scene and had a

thought that came out of her mind.

Then she came up to Vivian's ear and whispered, "This is the perfect opportunity to promote

Zhongling's jewellery, and now that the atmosphere has been created so well, it's simply the MVP of

the whole show. Vivian, say yes, and if you do, I'll give you an extra 100,000!"

What was the market now?

At a time when competition was super brutal, a simple promotional display of models alone no longer

achieved the same results as it did back then.

Some copy had to be added to give the jewellery item a 'love' tinge to make it all make sense and to

multiply sales.

So, Ivana's first thought was to get Vivian to say yes to what the host said.

Vivian looked sideways at Ivana beside her and coldness emerged in her eyes.

With just one look, Ivana felt a powerful aura coming from her and shuddered.

But on second thought, it was the perfect marketing opportunity, it was live and it was going to multiply

sales when it was broadcast.

So, she whispered to Vivian again, "Two hundred thousand is also fine."

Two hundred thousand?

Two hundred thousand really made Vivian's heart flutter.

For a child born in a poor family like hers, 200,000 was an income her adoptive parents could not earn

for many years.

Vivian hesitated for a moment, but in the end, her eyes went black and she suddenly fainted.

She fell onto the catwalk with a thud, startling the crowd.

"Why did she faint?"

"Did she hurt her knee too badly?"

"It doesn't look like she is in a good state."

"Who knows?"

......

There was an uproar.

When he saw Vivian fall, Morris got up and leapt onto the catwalk in one big stride forward to Vivian,

leaning down and picking her up, "Vivian? Wake up."

Morris cried out, but surprisingly the woman in his arms did not respond at all.

Vivian knocked her knee on the ground again and started to bleed, and Morris frowned heartily and

immediately carried her away.

On the stage, Fraser watched all this, his gentle face tinged with a deeper meaning that was difficult to

understand.

He, quickly leaving the audience, followed.

After walking out of the jewellery fair, Vivian was taken to the hospital emergency room, where she was

wheeled out on a flat trolley and taken to a ward to get injection.

"Doctor, what's going on with Vivian?"

Morris feared that Vivian's fainting spell was due to the after-effects of something bizarre entering her

body the last time she was inside the dungeon.

The doctor waved his hand, "It's nothing serious. She has hypoglycemia."

Vivian, who was lying on the ward bed, opened her eyes and pursed her lips when she heard the

conversation at the door.

Damn, embarrassing as hell, luckily she was resourceful.

If not, how many misunderstandings would be caused by admitting in public that it was a confession to

'Fraser'?

How could a good show turn into a 'confession' at the end?

The door to the ward was heard opening, and Vivian immediately closed her eyes and continued to

pretend to faint.

"Hello, Mr. Morris, I'd like to go in and see Vivian."

At that moment, a warm voice rang out.

This voice had hovered in Vivian's mind countless times, and she couldn't stop thinking about it every

day.

Now, the 'voice' she had been thinking about day and night rang out once more, Vivian could not stop

her heart from racing and clenched her hands nervously.

Fraser?

Fraser!

After a five-year absence, she thought she would never see him again, but he actually came back.

"Vivian is not feeling well, so why don't you come later?"

With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, Morris looked coldly at Fraser, who was a few

centimetres shorter than him, with a hint of hostility in his gaze, but it was fleeting.

"What are you to Vivian?"

Fraser asked with some curiosity, speaking to Morris in a non-condescending manner.