My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 63 Vivian Died in the Bathtub?

What surprised Morris most was not Vivian's exquisite and beautiful face, but her skills and proficiency

in guns.

Once again, he began doubt about her identity. At the same time, he felt that she was more mysterious

than before... and he got curious?

"I'm not scared."

Vivian looked down at their tightly clenched hands and snorted. "You're not afraid of losing face.

There's nothing for me to be afraid of."

Then, they didn't say anything along the way.

Morris left with Vivian and Yara. When they passed through the security check, they didn't know how

Trent had negotiated with the security guards. They only saw Trent handing over the mercenaries to

the security guards, and then she and Morris left first.

Yara followed Trent.

After leaving, Morris took Vivian onto a helicopter and left.

On the helicopter, because of the loud noise, they remained silent.

A few hours later, they arrived in Houston. The helicopter stopped at the rooftop of the Shades Club.

After Morris and Vivian went downstairs, they entered the top floor apartment one after the other.

The moment they entered the apartment, Morris pressed Vivian against the wall beside the door. He

narrowed his cold eyes and looked down at her. "Why didn't you ask me for help?"

According to Trent's investigation, Morris knew that before Vivian was kidnapped, she had sent

message to Issac for help instead of him!

His unexpected action startled Vivian. She frowned and said unhappily, "I can't remember your number.

How can I ask you for help?"

She thought that he was inexplicable.

"You can't remember my number but you can remember Issac's number?"

Morris asked.

"I..."

Vivian's bright gaze met Morris' dark gaze. It was as if she had got some of his emotions and could not

help but be startled.

Then she tilted his head, looked up and couldn't help smiling. "Well... you, are you jealous? Morris, tell

me honestly, are you in love with me?"

She was just guessing.

Morris heard her clearly. Morris' obsidian-like eyes were filled with complex emotions. He stared at

Vivian without blinking, observing her face that was exactly the same as Yoona's.

Every time he saw Yoona, he felt very repulsed.

But when he saw Vivian's face that is the same as Yoona's, he could accept it happily and even wanted

to take a few more glances at her.

Could it be that he really fell in love with her?

"Am I in love with you? Hah, do you think I'll fall in love with you just because you have the same face

as Yoona? This is your arrogant fantasy."

Morris felt that Vivian had known his mind. His eyes flickered slightly as he turned around and walked

away. He said, "There is only one bed here. You can either sleep on the sofa or sleep on the same bed

with me. Since you will be a member of the Cheal Family in the future, I won't dislike you."

"You... It should be said that I won't dislike you."

Vivian had a talking pause at that time.

However, when she looked down at her clothes, which exuded the smell of rouge from other women,

she felt a little uncomfortable.

So she asked, "Do you have clothes for me? I want to take a shower."

Morris walked to the dressing room and took out a set of woman's clothes. He walked up to her without

saying, and directly threw the clothes on her face.

Vivian caught the dress. It was a simple and fashionable dress.

She curled her lip. She couldn't help but think of the last time she appeared in the apartment on the top

floor that night. She saw two women coming out of the apartment. Maybe these clothes were prepared © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

for other women.

She pouted. "Tsk, no wonder you like to live in the Shades Club."

These words were meaningful.

Morris, who was unbuttoning his suit buttons, stopped his hand and looked up. His gaze were filled with

coldness as he coldly looked at Vivian.

She walked up to her step by step and asked, "What did you say?"

His gaze looked as cold as the glacier in the polar region.

Vivian could vaguely felt the man's anger, but she smiled sarcastically. "I'm just telling the truth." With

that, she directly bypassed Morris and said. "I'm going to take a shower. The smell on my body is too

strong."

Recently, she hadn't taken a good shower, especially when she was wearing other woman's clothes.

She felt so uncomfortable.

Morris stood where he was and did not move.

Suddenly, his thin lips curved into an arc.

So was Vivian jealous saying like that?

Morris walked to the bar counter and took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. He poured a glass of

wine and walked to the French window with the goblet in his hand. With one hand in his trousers

pocket, he looked down at the center of the city like a king looking down at the common people.

In the night, the colorful neon lights of Houston flickered, prosperous and splendid.

In his daily life, he wouldn't feel relaxed even if he stood in front of the window. But then, he felt

unprecedentedly relaxed.

He felt at ease and he was in the mood to enjoy the beautiful night in Houston.

He stood in front of the window for a long time. He drank one glass of wine after another.

Unconsciously, he had finished the bottle of wine.

Morris looked down at his wristwatch. An hour had passed.

Damn it, was Vivian drowned in the bathtub?

He put down his goblet and turned around. He walked into the bedroom. When he opened the

bathroom door, he saw Vivian sleeping soundly on his bed.

She was in the shape of a star, lying on her stomach and sleeping. She didn't look like a woman at all.

Vaguely, he could hear her steady breathing and she was deep asleep.

Morris entered the bathroom and took a shower with cold water. He went to the bedside to lie down.

However, as soon as he lay down, Vivian hugged him like an octopus and pressed her legs on his

body. She was like holding a fluffy paparazzo and rubber her little face against his face.

They were very close to each other, and his breath blew on her face. Perhaps it made her feel a little

uncomfortable, so she rubbed down his body again and fell asleep peacefully on his arm.

Morris looked at her, who was right in front of him. Her skin was as smooth as cream and her facial

features were well-defined. Her eyebrows were dark black, and her eyelashes were so long. Under her

small nose, her red lips were like cinnabar, delicate and beautiful.

And there was a mole on the left side of her nose, which made her more sexy and charming, revealing

the beauty of a mature woman, which made him fall in love.

Morris raised his hand and played with her black hair. In the past, her long hair had reached her waist,

but after the fire, her hair had been burned and only reached her collarbone.

"Oh, go away..."

He played with her hair, which slid across her cheeks, making her feel a little itching. She patted Morris'

hand and then rubbed against him.

Vivian, who was sleeping soundly, thought that there was a mosquito biting her.

But for Morris, she was like a disobedient kitten rubbing against his body. She was making him hot,

which really made him feel a little lustful.

Morris had never felt this kind of "uncontrollable thing" before.

Trent' words occurred to him. "Boss, do you like Miss Mond?"