My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 275 Taking a Shortcut Home

swnovels.com Morris' lips pursed into a straight line, and his deep cold eyes looked directly at her, "In

that case, wouldn't it be unjustifiable for me not to satisfy you? Hmm?"

Despite the fact that he was on the verge of rage, he spoke calmly, and his usual cold face did a great

job of hiding his anger.

It was this preference that made Vivian feel more and more on pins and needles.

For, she could feel a suppressed rage burning and gradually engulfing her.

"Don't be so reluctant."

Vivian said in a deathly voice that still had a hint of delicacy in it, but was definitely provocative. "It's not

like you've been trying to get me to submit for a day or two. But ......" All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Vivian spoke with a smile in her eyes, her face was fair and her red scarf made it even more rosy and

delicate.

A charming look made Morris to be loved and hated at the same time.

"I have never really been afraid of anything in my life. Brother, feel free to use whatever tricks you

have, just rest assured that I will not tell grandma."

With that, she lifted her small, cool hand and broke off, one by one, Morris' fingers that were clutching

her scarf, then shook it off and turned around, opened the car door, got out, threw it shut and left with a

thud.

She walked with a determined head.

Left alone in the car was a rage-ridden Morris.

The man clenched both fists and slammed his fist on the steering wheel with a thud, depressing the

horn and barking a few times.

"Damn!"

He took a long breath and leaned back against the car seat, raising a hand to pinch his brow as a

sense of powerlessness came over him.

His fondness for Vivian that had eaten away frantically at his brain, making him want Vivian to submit.

But, after using so many tricks, in the end, he realized that this woman's heart was simply made of

stone, and that both soft and hard measures were ineffective.

That utter failure began to make Morris doubt himself.

Was he really the same man who was once an unstoppable warrior?

Why had he been failing repeatedly in this matter?

The cycle repeated itself, trapped in a dead end.

He leaned back and sat in the driver's seat, looking at Vivian who was proudly leaving, wrinkling his

brow.

And at that moment, Vivian, who had left in a huff, walked down the main street.

As she walked, she reached for her mobile phone to search for a nearby car, but half the time none of

the drivers took orders, nor were there any passing taxis.