My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 128 Morris Takes Her On A Ferris Wheel Ride

Vivian, who was holding the bottle, glared coldly at Yara and snatched the bottle from her hand again,

"How nosy, I'm in a good mood, can't I still have a drink?"

"In a good mood?"

Yara was baffled, where did she look like she was in a good mood at all?

"Yeah, in a good mood. My brother and her fiancee are getting married soon, so I'm happy. Do you

want to have a drink with me to celebrate in advance? By the way, Yara, let me tell you, when Morris

and Yoona get married, we can ask him for a big red envelope, hahaha ......"

She laughed recklessly and lifted the bottle again to gulp down several sips of wine.

All that wine was like water down the gullet, she couldn't stop.

Yara was stunned by Vivian's move, "You ...... are really happy?"

Why did she look like she was sad instead?

"Yes, happy, happy."

Vivian nodded her head, placed the bottle of red wine on the table with a thud, burped, and then got up

and walked towards the bar.

"Morris ...... No, my brother is rich, and he's got all the good drinks on the bar, it's a shame not to drink

them. I'm going to drink more."

She walked over to the bar and looked at the wines sitting on the shelves, looking specifically for

something older.

Those wines were good, but because they were so old, if it did not sober up, it would do harm to the

health.

Vivian found two bottles of wine on the rack, glanced at Yara and shook her head, "You're not a good

drinker, go to bed, I want to drink with him."

As she said that, she handed a bottle of red wine to Morris, "Come on, to celebrate that you're going to

be a father soon, let's get drunk. But let's say in advance, when you get married, make sure to give me

a big red envelope."

Morris gazed at Vivian for an instant.

The last time she'd gotten drunk with such reckless abandon was the day she'd been rescued from

abroad.

It was only a month before and after.

Knowing the relationship between Morris and Vivian, Yara couldn't say anything else but only said to

Morris, "Tell her to drink less, I'm going to bed."

"Okay."

Morris answered, and she went back to her bedroom to sleep.

Vivian raised her bottle and clinked it with him, "Come on, have a drink with me."

"You should not drink before your wounds have healed."

"That's a minor injury, it's fine."

Vivian glanced at him, "Why talk nonsense even for a drink?"

She held up her bottle and continued to drink alone.

In a short while, she finished the wine in her hand, but once she looked at the wine in Morris’ hand, her

face suddenly went dark, "Forget it if you don't want to drink, I'll find Issac to drink."

Vivian put down the bottle and got up to head out.

But just as she went around Morris, she was clutched tightly by his wrist, "I'll drink with you."

He clutched Vivian's wrist with one hand, raised the bottle with the other, gazed at Vivian, and took a

large sip of red wine, "Sit down, I'll drink with you."

"That's more like it."

Vivian grinned, a smile with an endless sourness in it.

He drank with her, and watched Vivian drink four bottles of red wine by herself without getting drunk.

Originally, Morris had thought that a bit drinking would help her sleep, but she had no intention of going

to sleep, and if she drank more, he was only afraid that she would get alcohol poisoning and hurt her

health.

He snatched the bottle away from Vivian's hand, "Stop drinking, I'll take you out for a drive."

He lamented that Vivian had an amazing amount of alcohol.

But even the best drinker could stand the fact that alcohol hurts.

"What? Where to?"

Vivian's cheeks flushed as she inclined her head to look at Morris, narrowing her eyes in question.

"Just follow me."

Morris took her hand and got up to walk towards the outside.

Vivian's head was a little dizzy, and she stumbled in her walk, but her consciousness was very clear,

and she was afraid that she would fall so she clung to his hand.

Entering the elevator, she stood on tiptoe and put her left arm on Morris’ shoulder, just like a 'brother

and sister', "Where are you going in the middle of the night? I've always wanted to go on a Ferris wheel

since I was a kid, but I've never had the chance. Do you think ...... I ...... I am not so miserable ......"

Vivian with her head on his shoulder had her lips spewing out the rich taste of alcohol and finished with

a smoky hiccup.

Morris frowned in disgust and raised an arm around her waist, afraid she might fall to the ground if she

was unsteady.

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"Really? Is it the biggest Ferris wheel in L City?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, great, hey, hey, hey, it must be nice to be on a Ferris wheel this late ...... fun ......"

She grinned, delighted.

Instead, it was Morris who looked at her with a complicated expression, his eyes loaded with worry and

heartache.

He sent a message to Trent when he took Vivian downstairs, and by the time he arrived at the negative

second floor parking lot, Trent was already waiting downstairs.

Because of his work, Trent couldn't live too far away from Morris, so he arranged to rest in the

presidential suite.

Over time, the suite that Trent in became his little apartment.

"Is it all ready?"

After getting into the car, Morris, who was sitting in the back row, asked Trent.

"I have contacted the head of the park."

Trent said as he started the car and slowly drove out of the underground parking lot.

Vivian sat in the back row with Morris, her head inclined to look out the window at the night, not only

not drunkenly drifting off to sleep, but becoming more and more awake.

With a hidden agenda and a severe case of insomnia, combined with her excessive drinking, she rarely

got drunk.

Vivian didn't know that she had thrown up in a coma after her last drunken night at Morris’ apartment

because she was extraordinarily confident in her drinking capacity.

And on the other hand, the last time, it was her who drank a long vintage of red wine by mistake and

ended up drunk.

"Thinking about what?"

Morris asked when he saw that she hadn't slept.

Vivian shook her head slightly and sighed despondently, "Just enjoying the moonlight."

She was thinking that Morris was going to marry Yoona soon.

Was she going to continue with her revenge or go back home to the country to spend time with her

adoptive parents?

But either choice was destined to be very difficult, and Vivian was more than resigned.

Unwilling to let the Lee family abandon her mercilessly, she ended up hitting her adoptive parents to

save Raine, and follows up with repeated poisonous attacks to get rid of her and her adoptive parents.

If this revenge was not avenged, Vivian felt uncomfortable for the rest of her life.

On the contrary, how could she go against them with her own strength?

In the silent carriage, the phone suddenly rang at first.

Morris pulled out his phone, it was Yoona's call.

He gazed at the screen, but glanced at Vivian out of the corner of his eye and finally slid the red button

and hung up.

However, not long after, Yoona called again.

Clutching his phone, Morris hesitated for a moment and answered the call, holding the phone up next

to his ear, "What's wrong?"