My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 117

Vivian rolled around on the bed when she fell asleep, and ended up pressing on her injured arm.

"It hurts ...... it hurts ......"

She muttered and rolled over again.

Fearing that she would later press on her injured arm again, Morris got up and lay down on his side beside her, taking her into his arms and carefully tending to her so that she would not hurt herself again.

Leaning into his arms, the familiar scent made Vivian extraordinarily peaceful, rubbing herself in his arms, her injured hand wrapped around his waist, and her leg in his lap, sleeping comfortably.

She was comfortable, but it was a disaster for Morris.

To avoid crushing her injured arm, Morris kept his left hand behind her back and leaned over her, not daring to move.

It was six o'clock in the morning until her fever had gone down.

Morris was stiff and numb. He got up and moved his body a bit to keep his body from going numb again.

"Why are you so early?"

Within a few minutes, Vivian in bed woke up.

She lay helplessly on the bed and looked at Morris who was walking around the ward, "Don't you have to sleep?"

"Did I wake you up?"

Morris' tone was gentle, as if he didn't have the harshness of yesterday.

Vivian shook her head, "No, I basically wake up around 6:30 every day."

"How's that, feeling better?"

He walked up to her and raised his hand to cover her forehead, finding no fever, he finally took a breath of relief.

"I had a fever last night?"

"It's just a low fever."

"Oh."

Vivian responded, her complex eyes looking at him, "Morris?"

"Yes?"

He softly answered, sitting on the companion chair beside the bed, his face gentle.

"Even though you've been good to me because of Grandma, I should thank you."

It didn't matter if Morris was using her or if it was a false concern.

But he did save her, and he did take care of her all night.

Vivian was grateful.

She was natural to be less annoyed with him than before.

As for the face that this scumbag slept with her in the beginning, just write it off.

As soon as he stopped touching her, it could all be forgotten about.

Her words were better left unsaid.

It sounded extraordinarily harsh to Morris' ears.

But he couldn't bear to bother with her after all, "What would you like to eat?"

"I have been lying around all night, and I want to go down for a walk with you."

"No. The doctor said you need to get some rest."

"Okay. Then buy me porridge, the one from yesterday."

"You like porridge a lot?"

"Yeah. I really like porridge and I like rice, I just don't like pasta." Vivian smiled, but because her face was too pale, she in turn gave birth to a weak and frail feeling that was heartbreaking.

"When we get home, I'll make you some porridge."

"Hahahaha, good. How nice that you only make porridge, which I love."

Vivian muttered, and she suddenly shook her head, "Forget it, your porridge is too expensive, three hundred a piece, I'd rather not eat it."

She only earned 300 a day from tiring work.

Morris sold porridge for breakfast for 300, she could not afford that!

"You behave yourself and I'll consider not charging for it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then how about you make me breakfast later and I'll clean up the house for you?"

"Good."

"That's great, I can save a fortune on rent, utilities, and on breakfast."

Vivian counted and for a month, she could at least save two thousand, then it would be twenty-four thousand a year.

Gee, it was twenty-four thousand.

It was nice to have hundreds of interest in the bank!

Morris left the ward to get Vivian breakfast.

A few days later, Vivian was finally discharged from the hospital and took a flight back to L City with Morris.

Exiting L City Airport, she stood outside the airport, slowly closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh air, lamenting, "Finally, I'm back, the air in L City is all so fresh."

"Get in."

Morris walked past her, his large palm clasped behind her head as he led her to the car.

With a bang, the limo door closed and Trent started the limo and slowly left.

Vivian leaned against the car seat, inclined her head to look at Morris, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The old house."

"Oh, okay."

Vivian responded, only without much joy on her face.

Sure enough, Morris was being all nice to her, but he was just grooming a usable pawn to try to get her to play nice with her grandmother.

"Miss Mond, this is the phone Boss asked me to buy for you, and the phone card has been replaced."

Trent, who was driving, handed a cell phone to Vivian.

She took the phone and said thank you.

When she turned on the phone, it buzzed and vibrated with inconsequential messages and calls.

When she went to Liangchuan, she had called her adoptive parents and said that she was going to represent the company at a charity event, and said that there was no signal there in Liangchuan, just in case they were too worried.

When she passed by a supermarket, Vivian approached Morris to get money and buy a few nutritional products.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the old house.

As Vivian had just gotten out of the limo, Morris' cell phone rang.

Only to see him take out his phone and answer, "What's up?"

Vivian couldn't hear what the person on the other end was saying, she just felt Morris' face darkened slightly, "Okay, I'll be right over."

He hung up the phone and walked over to Vivian, "I have something to take care of, go in by yourself, I won't accompany you."

For some reason, Vivian always felt that Morris was very hypocritical at this moment, but she didn't say anything.

She agreed to be Madame Cheal's goddaughter because she wanted to rely on the Cheal family's power; he used her and made her please his grandmother only to make her a usable pawn.

Both men took what they want, it was just a deal.

"Okay." Vivian nodded.

Trent carried the stuff down, and with a look from Morris, Trent gave Morris the keys.

Morris drove away, and Trent accompanied Vivian into the old house.

In the living room, Vivian met Madame Cheal.

"Grandma?"

She called out.

When Madame Cheal heard the sound, she looked up and saw Vivian, she immediately smiled with joy, "Vivian, you are back."

She got up and walked over, standing in front of Vivian with a delighted smile on her kind face, "Come, come, let me take a look, I haven't seen you for a month, you've lost a lot of weight again."

"It's okay, I'll gain the weight back after I eat food." Vivian smiled and walked forward, giving grandmother a hug, "Grandma, I missed you so much."

Despite her thoughts of using the power of the Cheal family, Vivian did genuinely like Madame Cheal.

"Haha, I miss you too."

Madame Cheal hugged Vivian, perhaps not knowing that she was injured, she accidentally touched her wound, causing Vivian to draw back a breath of pain.