Millionaire In Love With Me

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 …”

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.

Abruptly, her mobile phone rang.

It was Madame Cheal who called.

“Hello, Grandma?”

She answered the phone immediately, confused as to what Madame Cheal was doing calling at this hour.

“Vivian, I heard from Morris that your master fell and was hospitalized, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

Vivian’s pace lurched and she snapped back to look behind her to see Morris driving slowly towards her in his car.

What was this bastard doing again?

“It’s so late and I don’t feel at ease with you going back alone. I’ve just instructed Morris to make sure he takes you back.”

“Grandma, it’s not necessary, I can get a taxi …”

Vivian wanted to say something, however Madame Cheal directly interrupted her, “I’ve heard all the rumours that have been circulating outside these days. I even reprimanded Morris for this, but he said that it was because you had become my god greatdaughter, so many of your payments were being questioned. He did it all to create opportunities for you. You silly girl, you don’t really think he’s making things difficult for you, do you?”

Listening to Madame Cheal’s explanation, Vivian rolled her eyes fiercely.

He was despicable!

Was that fucking called creating opportunities for her?

She should really ‘thank’ him.

Vivian felt that Morris had simply refreshed her outlook on the world, not realising that he was even trying to swindle an old woman.

“No, no, not at all, Grandma. I just thought it would be quite unsafe for him to drive me home this late.”

In order not to worry Madame Cheal, Vivian could only conceal the truth and not reveal Morris’ hypocritical ‘true colours’.

“All right, that’s settled. I’ll call Morris, if he didn’t get you, I’ll deal with him!”

“Grandma, I …”

Madame Cheal did not give Vivian a chance to say more at all and simply hung up.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Listening to the beeping sound on the other end of her phone, she bristled, as helpless as she could be.

The car pulled up in front of her, and Morris sounded his horn and lowered his window, his handsome face wearing the light smile, but he did not speak.

Clutching her phone, Vivian had to pull the door open and get into the car, yelling at him, “Morris, you’re really doing everything you can. Grandma is in her sixties, how dare you harass her?”

Morris rested his right hand on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping once or twice, “It’s Grandma’s orders, it’s Grandma you should be asking, not me.”

“You don’t have to send me back. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely keep it a secret and not tell Grandma.”

She didn’t want Morris to go back home with her to avoid more things happening.

“You’re so good at lying, I wonder what Grandma would do if she knew you were a ‘repeat offender’.”

Morris slowly withdrew his gaze, started the car and continued on his way.

Being called a ‘repeat offender’, Vivian was quite upset, but in the end, she didn’t bother to continue arguing with him, instead she removed her scarf, put it on her body and slept with her eyes closed.

Knowing that Vivian’s insomnia had not yet been cured, Morris could not bear to disturb her rest, but turned the air conditioning to the highest temperature and continued driving.

Since the establishment of Vinca E-Sports, Vivian had not rested properly for a long time, so she leaned on the car seat, wobbling, and fell asleep not much later.

Concerned that she was sleeping uncomfortably, Morris carefully helped her adjust the tilt of the seat, half lying down in a position to sleep comfortably for a while.

The good thing was that this seat descended slowly, not with a thud, and did not wake her up.

It was more than two hours after she had fallen asleep and woke up again.

Morris took a shortcut back to Vivian’s hometown, so the journey was less than an hour away.

“Where are we?”

Vivian asked in a dazed voice.

“C City.” He said.

“So soon?” Vivian rubbed her eyes and sat up, easing her dizzy head, only to discover that her seat had been adjusted to a forty-five degree tilt at some point.

No wonder she slept for so long.

Vivian’s willow brows drew together and for a moment she couldn’t figure out what Morris was up to.

He treated her sometimes well and sometimes badly.

“No need to look at me with such gratitude, it’s just a trust from someone.” The ‘someone’ that Morris spoke of was believed by Vivian to be Madame Cheal.