My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 153

Love guru Philip expressed his views.

Yet Morris felt his answer was bullshit, glancing at him skeptically and then back to Arlo, seeming to believe the bored Arlo's words more.

Unexpectedly, Arlo nodded his head in a serious manner, "Basically ...... correct."

Receiving a definite answer, Morris’ eyebrows frowned slightly, and after a long moment of silence, he lifted his cup and drained it in one go.

Arlo and Philip looked at each other and froze.

"Morris, what's your reaction to this? Are you really in love with Yoona?"

"Miss Lee is his wife, it's normal to fall in love with her, it's only perverse not to."

Listening to the two men's words, the face of Vivian came to Morris’ mind, and he clutched his cup as if he couldn't accept the reality, and said in a deep voice, "It's not her."

Before this, Morris was still doubting himself, but hearing Philip's words, it was surprisingly all right.

As that night, he didn't stop Vivian from leaving the apartment, and that whole day he was distracted and a bit agitated.

That was why he had the idea to make Vivian appear in front of him.

Seeing her, he wanted to take her into his arms, even kissed her quietly only when she was asleep, but he didn't dare do anything more to her out of moral compass.

But Philip's last sentence, 'Even taking a walk feels like an incredibly beautiful thing', hit the nail on the head.

"No. ...... It's not her? You're not saying Yoona?"

Philip was stunned, finding it hard to believe that these words had come out of Morris’ mouth. So he asked, "Who is it if not her? Do you have another woman?"

Equally surprised was Arlo, who looked uncanny sideways at Morris, waiting for his answer.

But Morris hung his head in silence, picking up the wine and sipping it in silence.

After waiting for a long time for an answer, Philip slapped on Morris’ shoulder, "Morris, say it!"

He still didn't answer.

On the contrary, Arlo's brows slightly knitted in thought, "Could it be the goddaughter that the old lady wants to recognize?"

Not bad for a cop, smart and wise, right on the money.

"What the hell? Impossible, Arlo."

Philip felt that Arlo's guess was very inaccurate, and even analyzed it with Arlo, "Look, doesn't the woman the old lady wants to recognize as her goddaughter look almost identical to Yoona? She's still a country girl, she's not up to par. Besides, Morris doesn't even like Yoona, how can he like another woman like her? That's ridiculous."

He waved his hand, snorted with absolute confidence, and casually lifted his glass and clinked it with Morris, "Wouldn't you say so, Morris?"

With those words, he lifted his glass and took a sip of his wine.

As he was drinking, he heard Morris say in a deep voice, "I think, that's her."

"Pfft …"

A sentence shocked Philip, and his mouth of wine spewed out, choking and coughing, "Fuck, choke me to death ...... Morris, what the hell did you say?"

"You're still not sure?"

Arlo sensed Morris’ hesitation in his words.

Morris shook his head slightly, "Before I came here, I wasn't sure, but now, it's confirmed."

"She was the girl you risked your life to enter the fire to save, right? I heard it from Trent, I was thinking why you were so great, but it turns out you were saving that chick!"

Philip drew out tissue to wipe the wine stains on his clothes, muttering in his heart.

What kind of woman was it to charm Morris into frenzy?

No, he must go and meet this woman.

Definitely!

"If you like her, why did you sleep with Yoona?" Arlo asked faintly as he leaned against the couch, legs folded.

Arlo was a policeman. Although he had super short hair and dark complexion, he was healthy and handsome.

Especially in person, he was quiet and decent looking, and the sense of justice that came from him could be felt with even just one glance.

"It was just an accident."

Morris thought back to that time abroad, when he was socially drunk because of his work, and got drunk, and then somehow had sex with Yoona afterwards.

And she was pregnant, so he had to marry her.

"Tsk tsk, I can't see that you are actually so responsible. But it's easy, even though the old lady wants to have a great-grandson and you have to marry Yoona, you can spend some money to keep your god-sister, right? Give her a car, a designer bag, there's nothing you can't handle."

He raised his hand and gently patted Morris’ shoulder, "Besides, Morris, you are a talented and good looking man, woman would want to throw herself at you, isn't it easy to fix a woman?"

"Shut up!"

As the last word of Philip's last word trailed off, a harsh glare shot over from Morris unexpectedly.

This night, Morris drank a lot of wine, until he passed out.

For some reason, his heart grew heavier when he knew his true feelings for Vivian.

It was heavier than the emotions he felt that day when he knew that Vivian 'liked' Issac.

Until he drank until dawn, when Morris laid down, a slightly drunk Philip looked at the sober Arlo and shrugged his shoulders, spreading his hands, "Tsk tsk, Morris is getting real emotional."

Arlo just looked at Morris, who was leaning back on the sofa and sleeping, with a sense of understanding in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Philip took out his phone and gave Trent a call, saying directly, "Trent, hurry up and send me the phone number of your boss's god-sister."

A sudden phone called early in the morning, looking for Trent to ask for Vivian's phone number, Trent on the other end of the phone was surprised, "Mr. Dixon, what do you want Miss Mond's phone number for?"

"What’s all the bullshit, send me the phone number now!"

"Oh, okay, hold on a second."

Trent hung up the phone and sent Vivian's phone number to Philip.

But at this moment, Philip and Arlo were supporting Morris and getting into the elevator to take him back to his private apartment.

The elevator went straight to the top floor and stopped.

The two men helped Morris, swiped access cards, entered the apartment, and assisted Morris back to his bedroom, settling him in before walking out of his bedroom.

However, Philip glanced at the bottle of Romanee Conti sitting on the table, the one from 1945.

It was late last night when Trent to bring the expensive wine in the car over after driving Morris’ car back to the underground garage.

Morris had learned to play the game with Vivian yesterday, and he had casually placed it on the table after Trent had brought over the wine.

"Holy shit, Arlo, look, is this the bottle of wine that someone gave to Morris back in the day that was auctioned from Sotheby's in New York?"

Philip guessed the origin of the wine with just one glance when he saw the bottle of red wine, he couldn't help but swallow.

With a creak, the second bedroom door suddenly opened, neatly dressed Vivian dragged her slippers and stood in the doorway, her gaze glanced at the two people standing in the living room, and she was suddenly stunned.

Then she asked angrily, "Who are you?"