My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 144

Walking to the entrance of the park, she waited for Morris while she was asking people passing around about the whereabouts of Madame Cheal, but nothing came up.

Ten minutes later, a car came and stopped in front of Vivian.

Morris stepped down from the car, looking serious as he walked up to Vivian and questioned, "What the hell is going on?"

"Grandma asked me to come to the park and she talked to me a lot about her Alzheimer's. I tried to get her some water to drink, but when I came back, she was gone."

Vivian was distraught, "I asked a lot of people at the park and they all said they didn't see Grandma, they just picked up her phone."

She handed the phone in her hand to Morris.

Morris took the phone and looked at Vivian's guilt-ridden and worried look, he still had an indifferent face, "You don’t need to look for Grandma, you can go."

He gripped his phone and turned to get into the car, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Seeing him start the car and leave directly, Vivian stood in place, stunned for a long time.

He treated her with too much indifference.

It was true that she didn't have any use for him, she was treated coldly?

How can people be so realistic?

She eyed Morris’ car as it drifted away until it disappeared from view.

Vivian knew that Morris must be mobilizing his forces to find Madame Cheal, but she was still a little worried.

So again, he searched the neighborhood for Madame Cheal, and in a sea of people, finding a person was like finding a needle in a haystack.

During that time, she called Morris again, but Morris didn't answer either.

Vivian called Madame Cheal's phone, and there was no one to answer it.

She guessed, most likely, that they were still looking for Madame Cheal.

So that whole day, Vivian walked all over the neighborhood, feverishly searching for Madame Cheal until nightfall, and after walking the whole day, she sat down on a bench by the roadside, exhausted.

Resting in her chair, Vivian called Morris’ phone again, which kept ringing but went unanswered.

As it was hang up automatically, someone finally answered the phone on the other end.

"Why aren't you answering your phone? Did you find Grandma?" She asked impatiently.

However, Trent's voice rang out on the other end of the phone, "Miss Mond, we have found Madame Cheal in the morning."

"Since so, so why didn't you tell me, did you know that I ......"

Listening to Trent's words, Vivian stormed out, pulling up her voice and wanting to burst into foul language.

However, the words were interrupted by Trent halfway through, "Boss said that you should not call again in the future."

When Vivian, who was speaking, heard Trent's words, her voice stopped abruptly and she froze for a few seconds before she woke up.

It turned out that Madame Cheal had found been found in the morning, while Morris actually didn't even want to answer the phone because she had no use for him now.

So that was it!

The anger she had just felt was instantly poured over her head by a basin of cold water, showering her with a 'penetrating cold', and she lost the anger she felt at that moment.

All that remains was the inexhaustible irony.

"I gotta go."

She hung up the phone and looked at the mineral water bottle she was drinking to the bottom in her hand, a sense of humiliation flooding her mind.

Hands clenched tightly around the bottle, the plastic bottle made a whirring sound that was harsh, yet like a relentless mockery.

Vivian looked up towards the sky, overcast clouds and no stars in sight.

Exhausted, she sat on the bench for a long time until something landed on her cheek and she came back to her senses, realizing in due course that it was raining.

Vivian unlocked her phone and blacked out all of Morris and Trent's calls.

That was when she dragged her tired body back home.

There were few streetlights on this side of the street, and the dim light fell on her, elongating her figure and making it look extra lonely and pathetic.

Vivian walked with her head hanging.

As she looked up, she unexpectedly arrived at the elevator entrance on the negative second floor of the Night apartment.

As she reached out her hand out of habit to press open the elevator, her fingers lurched and retracted with a sudden realization.

See, habit was such a terrible thing.

Vivian only felt a mere tug at her heart, uncomfortably tight, as if she felt idiotic and stupid.

Suddenly, the sound of a car door closing pulled her back to her thoughts.

As soon as Vivian turned around, she saw the two of them, Trent and Morris, stepping down from the car and heading this way, their eyes falling on her.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she looked unnatural.

But in an instant she adjusted her emotions, converging the embarrassment on her face, felt around from her body, pulled out an elevator access card, and said to Morris, who was three meters away from her, "Here, come over and get back your elevator card, so you won't have to blame on me when you lose something at home."

Vivian looked at the shadowy and cold-looking Morris and snorted lightly, giving a sarcastic smile in a feigned lightness.

However, Morris just glanced at her indifferently, walked right around her, and walked away.

As always, he was straight, one hand placed in the pocket of his trousers, elbow slightly bent, and when he passed by her, his arm knocked off the elevator access card in Vivian's hand.

And just like that, the two passed by each other.

Vivian's forced smile gradually stiffened, her gaze falling to the ground with that elevator access card.

It all seemed like a slow-motion, invisibly leaving her embarrassment.

Behind her, Trent took Vivian's expression into his eyes and walked up to pick up the elevator access card, "Miss Mond, give me the card."

Vivian adjusted as quickly as she could and nodded, raising an eyebrow with a smile, "Well, take it, don't blame me if you lose it."

She spoke briskly, squeezing a smile on her face as if nothing was wrong, giving the impression of a heartless woman.

Vivian stepped outside and patted Trent's shoulder as she passed by him, "Bye, buddy."

"Well, oaky, bye, Miss Mond."

Although Trent didn't understand what was going on between his Boss and Vivian, he did not repulse Vivian, and even somewhat appreciated her causality and lack of pretentiousness.

Vivian hummed as she walked, "Today is a good day ......"

In the elevator, Morris’ obscure gaze watched Vivian's back, seeing her jumping and dancing, humming a song happily, in a great mood, his gaze suddenly became cold.

How could she be so happy to leave his apartment?

The elevator gradually closed its doors, cutting off Morris' view.

And Vivian, who hadn't gone very far, heard that sound of closing door, and her steps, which were bouncing happily, stopped, even the smile on her cheeks and the song disappeared instantly.

In that moment, it was as if she had been drained of her strength, making her entire body look like a frosted eggplant, wilted.