Millionaire In Love With Me

After several failures, Morris had to hug her always.

It wasn’t until she stopped vomiting that he wiped her mouth and carried her back to bed to sleep.

After putting her on the bed, the man was so angry that he slapped her on her bottom.

“Crack!” The sound was very loud. “Hiss…”

Vivian Mond, who had fallen asleep, took a deep breath in pain, but fell asleep again without any reaction.

He had clearly restrained his strength in that slap.

But hearing her gasp in pain, Morris was stunned for a second and lifted the hem of her skirt.

When he took a look, he discovered that there were already five finger clear marks on her fairy skin.

Looking at the finger marks, his heart sank. After looking at them for a few seconds, he finally couldn’t help rubbing her gently.

Then, he covered her with a thin quilt and turned to walk out of the bedroom.

In the living room, Morris called Trent. “Go and investigate Vivian Mond immediately. I want everything about her.”

“Yes, boss.”

Trent Stone responded and then asked, “What to do with Miss Sain?”

“Whatever.”

Morris didn’t want to talk to anyone else about Vivian, so he simply hung up the phone.

In the afternoon.

After sleeping for a few hours, Vivian finally woke up. She lifted her head up from the bed in pain.

When she opened the bedroom door and walked out, she saw Morris sitting on the sofa.

The living room was already clean and tidy.

She rubbed her head and her butt, staggered to the sofa. She looked at Morris, who was leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed and a laptop on them, concentrating on his work.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Did I fall down after drinking? Why does my butt hurt so much?”

A glimmer of light flashed across the eyes of the man who was working. He nodded guiltily and said, “Yes.”

“No wonder. It hurts so much.”

She walked to the opposite side of Morris and lay on the sofa opposite him, squinting and quietly watching the man work.

He was dressed in a black shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing his strong chest muscles, and she could see his muscles.

In particular, under his fluffy short hair, his pretty face and handsome features seemed to be carved by a master. He looked like a perfect artist of God, flawless and attractive.

It was said that men who worked hard were the most handsome.

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When she looked at Morris, she only found it pleasing to her.

However, there was an incomparably dark heart hidden under his handsome face.

“What a jerk!”

“Have you seen enough?”

Suddenly, the man looked up, glanced at her with a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, and asked jokingly.

Vivian froze for a moment, then immediately looked away. “Hey, narcissistic. Who’s looking at you? I’m just looking at the painting on the wall behind you.”

She found a reason.

“Rumble…”

As soon as Vivian’s voice fell, her stomach began to rumble.

Morris had just finished his last work. He turned off his laptop and looked at her, who was lying on the opposite sofa with her hands on her belly, seemed aggrieved and pitiful. “Are you hungry?”

“Yep.”

Vivian nodded, not wanting to move.

“You want to eat?”

“Yep.”

“Beg me. Maybe I will consider cooking porridge for you.”

“Keep…”

Before she could say the word “dreaming”, Vivian’s stomach growled again.

In the end, she lost to herself. She curled her lips and grinned at Morris. “Morris… no, brother, make some food for me. I’m hungry…”

Ugh!

It was so disgusting.

Hearing her coquettish voice, Vivian almost threw up.

But this was not a big deal. Eating was the real purpose.

Having known Vivian for so long, he had been used to her stubbornness, but he had never seen her like this… She was pouting prettily to him.

Wasn’t she?

The man raised his eyebrows, slightly smiling and nodding in enjoyment. “What do you want to eat?”

“My stomach hurts, so I want to have some porridge. I’ll go and see Grandma Cheal later. After all, she asked you to run so far to save me. Of course, I should go to thank her.”

Vivian simply believed that Morris had appeared in time to save her from the fire and the kidnapping because of Madame Cheal’s orders.

The smile on Morris’ face disappeared instantly. He glanced coldly at Vivian before getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

But he didn’t forget to say, “You’re grandma’s granddaughter. I saved you just to make grandma happy. There’s no need to tell her to make she worried.”

“So Grandma doesn’t know my situation?”

Vivian was a little surprised.

The man paused and tilted his head slightly. “Grandma can’t bear the stimulation.”

What he meant was to tell Vivian that because grandma had cerebral hemorrhage and could not be stimulated, so he had gone to save her as soon as possible after finding out that she had been kidnapped. Furthermore, he did not want grandma to worry since knowing about this.

“Oh…”

Vivian suddenly realized something and said, “Oh, you’re really a good grandson!”

It was obviously a compliment, but when Morris heard it, he always felt… he was scolded, but he couldn’t find any evidence.

He entered the kitchen and soon brought out a bowl of porridge. He placed it in front of her and said, “Get up and eat.”

“So fast?”

Vivian was greatly surprised.

It had only been two minutes since he entered the kitchen, so…

the porridge had long been prepared.

“You did it?” Vivian found it unbelievable. She never thought that Morris could cook.

“Do you want to eat?”

His voice was slightly cold.

“Of course. I’m starving.”

Vivian held a bowl of warm porridge and a spoon. She scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and ate a little.

The congee with minced pork and preserved egg looked good. After a taste, the rich porridge fragrance permeates her mouth. It’s delicious.

“Which restaurant do you buy it from? Why is it so delicious?”

She thought it was made by Morris just then, but after tasting, its taste and temperature showed it should be a takeout. She knew it was a takeout.

Vivian didn’t say anything. He walked to the bar counter and threw a box of medicine in front of Vivian. “Take the medicine.”

“Medicine? What medicine? I’m not sick.”

As she muttered, she picked up a box of medicine. It was stomach medicine.

Vivian realized that he was worried about her stomach pain because she had drunk some wine.

She couldn’t help laughing. “No, I’m good at drinking. You see, I haven’t vomited after drinking three or four bottles of red wine. There’s no need to take medicine.”

Too confident.

The scene of her vomiting a few hours ago came to Morris’ mind. He couldn’t help but want to strangle this woman to death.

But in the end, he didn’t want to talk nonsense with her.