My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 182

"It's just a formality, don't worry about it."

"Morris, I want to ask you, have you ...... ever loved me?" Yoona asked the words she had been holding in her heart.

A few seconds of silence fell over here as her words fell.

"Never."

The answer after the silence was said in a light tone, but it was like a sharp blade stabbed into Yoona's heart with the speed of lightning, so painful that she forgot to breathe.

The tearing pain in her heart spread to her limbs and hurt into her bones.

Sure enough, he had never loved her.

The only reason why he was willing to marry her was because Morris was trying to keep his promise to marry her after 'she saved him'; as well as, he should be responsible for the fact that she was carrying 'his' child in her womb.

That was all.

"Grandma says that feeling can be nurtured. You'll love me after we're married, won't you?"

This moment Yoona was pitiful and pathetic, even love, it seemed so ridiculous.

She had to be careful what she said in the face of a man who had no feelings for her.

Was this kind of love really what she wanted?

Yoona was skeptical.

"...... I will not."

When Yoona asked the question, the look of Vivian that had smitten him came to Morris’ mind.

Even though the two looked familiar, there were still many differences between them.

For example: character, eyebrows, voice, body ......

Except for the elegance in Yoona, she couldn't compare to Vivian in any way.

But he liked Vivian's unrestrained and frank nature.

A long silence fell on the other end of the phone after Morris’ words.

"From the beginning, I said that you were just fit to marry into the Cheal family. That's all." The man added.

If Morris’ words just now were like ice knives stabbing into her heart, then his last sentence was simply equal to giving Yoona a death sentence.

The pain was unbearable.

Yoona was in tears, and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She closed her eyes in despair and hung up the phone.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to be thankful or pathetic.

After a long time, she was able to adjust her state and get herself out of the pain.

It wasn't that she was extremely good at self-regulation, but she had taken on too much lately.

But no matter what, she was going to be Mrs. Cheal.

Over here, Morris had just put down his phone when Trent called in, "Boss, it's getting late, it's time to go change clothes."

"There's no rush."

Morris left the phone, got up, and walked to the bedroom.

Just as he opened the door, he saw Vivian, who had woken up from her nap, walk out.

Seeing her sleepy and cute appearance, the man's cold and handsome face was permeated with a gentle smile, "Good morning."

Vivian froze when she saw Morris, her mind reverberating with what he had said last night, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

But afraid that her reaction would be too obvious, she had to pretend to be relaxed and walk up to him, spreading her hands, "Good morning, you have the wedding today. As a godbrother, don't you have to prepare a big red envelope for me?"