My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 322 Some Little Touches

Chapter 322 Some Little Touches

What could be done?

His own woman had to be spoiled.

"Apply medicine?"

Vivian's gaze fell on the bottle of ointment he was clutching in his hand, and was instantly embarrassed

and self-condemned, blinking her eyes and smiling sarcastically, " ...... sorry, I'm just ...... too defensive.

Are you okay? Where did | kick you?"

She was concerned.

Morris licked his lips bloodthirstily, forcing down his anger, "...... stomach, of course."

He lied.

Couldn't he just tell her that he had kicked him in the face?

Of course not!

"I'm sorry."

Vivian subconsciously wanted to get up to assist Morris, but when she got up slightly, she was abruptly

covered with a chill, and she just realized that she was not wearing any clothes, so she could only sit

on the bed, and her innocent eyes kept staring at Morris, as if she was begging for mercy.

Morris got up and walked over to her and said to her, "Lie down!"

"No, I'll do it myself."

As soon as Vivian snatched the ointment from Morris’ hand, she hid under the covers and applied

ointment to herself. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Then leaning back against the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the bedding, revealing only one head,

she asked him, "Are you really not going? Won't it delay your business?"

"It is okay."

The fully dressed man seemed annoyed as he unbuttoned his suit, lifting it with both hands and placing

his hands in his trouser pockets, his cold face staring at her expressionlessly.

Deep, dark, night-like eye seemed to have a thousand words in it.

But Vivian could not read his mind.

But suddenly she noticed that his handsome face was red, "You, why is the right side of your face so

red? Is it an allergy?"

Morris: "....."

He didn't want to admit that it was the mark left by Vivian's direct kick to the right side of her face.

He could see how hard she had used her force.

“Hmm, allergies.”

He responded perfunctorily, not wanting to explain at all.

“Here, let me take a look, how can you be allergic?"

Vivian reached out and tugged on the corner of his suit, forcing the man closer to her, and then

grabbed his tie and pulled him down, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck, so she tilted her

head close to his face and stared at the right side of his face.

Every now and then she muttered, "How strange, how come the allergy is only to the right face?"

Morris held back his anger and slowly lowered his eyes, not wanting to look directly at Vivian's face.

Because he was afraid that he would not be able to resist giving her a severe beating later on.

But God knows, when he lowered his eyes, he found that the bedding in front of Vivian's body had

slipped down to her waist at some point,

exposing her breasts.

His eyebrows knitted slightly and he moved closer to her ear, saying in a deep voice, “Is it because I'm

not strong enough to satisfy you? So, here you are teasing me again, are you?"

"Huh?"

Vivian froze, pushing away from Morris, before realising as an afterthought that the bedding on her

body had somehow slipped down to her waist.

She tugged at the bedding in embarrassment and immediately burrowed into it, revealing a cute head,

“You rascal. Don't you know better than to look away?"

“Okay, | will next time."

Morris pointed to a set of clothes sitting on the bed, "Now that you're awake, put on your clothes and |

will take you down the hill.”

"Oh, okay."

She responded and nodded, her good looking eyes just keeping their gaze on him.

"| told you to put on clothes, what are you staring at me for?"

Damn, this woman always teased him so invisibly, unaware that the little volcano of restraint was

almost erupting.

“How am | supposed to put on clothes if you don't get out.”

Morris: “...... It's not like | haven't seen it before.

“That won't work either. Get out!"

Once again, he shook his head helplessly and turned his back to her.

Vivian pulled on her clothes and went to the bathroom.

She took a shower in the bathroom and washed up briefly before coming out.

The two of them left the room, went out through the back door of the old mansion and drove down the

hill.

Sitting in the car, Morris drove.

Vivian's stomach rumbled indignantly.

Almost drained by the bastard man, she had been hungry for a long time and was starving.

“What do you want to eat?"

The man drove carefully.

The roads were slippery in the snow and he naturally had to drive more cautiously.

“Any food. | just want to eat now, I'm so hungry.”

Speaking of this, Vivian puffed out her breath and glared at Morris, “Are you the devil? So physically

fit? It's all tossing and turing."

As she said that, she was actually aggrieved.

She had only known that the man was physically fit before, but it was last night and this morning that

had really shown her what being physically fit was.

Vivian was a practiced woman herself, even she was a bit overwhelmed, and she couldn't help but

think that if she gave Morris another weak girlfriend, wouldn't he have to play the man-girl to death in

bed?

Seeing her angry and annoyed, Morris couldn't help himself, “Sorry, it was me who didn't restrain

myself. Next time, | will be careful."

“There's a next time? Hmph, then you'd better leave the country and not come back."

She grunted coldly.

It was a whining remark, but it made Morris reflect on himself that he had been too crazy these past

two days and really didn't care about his silly girl's feelings.

Mostly, it was because the two of them had finally gotten together after all the hardships, and he had

given her the ‘love’ he had hidden in his heart in a different way.

But he hadn't thought that he might have been too aggressive and hurt her.

"I'm sorry.

He sighed slightly, feeling guilty.

Seeing this, Vivian didn't say anything else.

Forty or fifty minutes later, the car arrived on the outskirts of the city, and at a private restaurant, Morris

took Vivian straight upstairs to the private room.

“This place is so isolated."

"A private restaurant with delicious food. I've eaten there once unintentionally."

"Oh."

The two of them sat in the private restaurant, ordered some dishes, and then Vivian sat down at the

table to feast.

The way she gulped down her food made people look more appetizing as well.

He sat opposite her in silence, watching her eat while he took care of the dishes.

It was only when Vivian had eaten and drunk enough that she put down her chopsticks and praised

repeatedly, “It tastes really good.”

She smiled in satisfaction and accidentally burped.

Vivian awkwardly reached out to cover her mouth and looked at him, smiling blushingly.

The man had a light smile on his face, his eyes always gazing at her affectionately, cherishing every

second he spent with her.

He took out tissue and leaned forward slightly, reaching out to wipe the grease stains from the comer of

her mouth.

Vivian's body stiffened and she sat straight in her chair, letting Morris hold the tissue and wipe the

grease stains from the comers of her mouth.

So, this was love.

Really. super nice.

“Aren't you eating?" Vivian asked when she noticed that Morris was barely moving his chopsticks.

"It's enough to watch you eat."

Acasual remark made Vivian moved for a long time