My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 155

The delivery man said thank you, turned around and left.

She carried the thermos and turned back into the living room, "Morris, hey hey, since you ordered so much breakfast, I'd better finish it before I leave, otherwise how wasteful."

With that, she was seen walking towards the couch with a thermos in one hand and paper carrier bags in the other.

Philip, who was sitting on the sofa and moaning, saw Vivian and before he could voice out about her hitting him too hard just now, he was gently kicked by Vivian, "Get up and go a little inside."

The corners of Philip's mouth twitched, wanting to say something, but seeing Arlo's ungenerous smile, and Morris had no the slightest intention of protecting him, he still consciously stepped aside.

Vivian put the paper carry bag of clothes on the sofa, and put the thermos on the low table, and opened the lid, and a fresh smell came out.

"Wow, that smells good, I'm hungry."

She said as she brought out the breakfast inside.

"Morris, why you ordered so much for just the two of us for breakfast?" Looking at the eight types of breakfast in the large thermos, she felt doubly distressed.

This was an expensive meal.

Vivian called him by his name 'Morris', and spoke to him in a nonchalant and even somewhat arrogant manner.

This scene simply made Philip stunned.

That was the legendary 'spoil', right?

In the large L City, Philip hadn't seen many people who dared to call Morris by his name like that, arrogantly calling him wasting money.

It was such a surprise.

And Arlo's unfathomable gaze fell on both Vivian and Morris.

"Let's eat together."

Morris said, and then went to the master bathroom to wash up.

After seeing Morris go inside, Philip immediately approached Vivian, "Girl, do you usually speak so arrogantly to Morris?"

"I am not arrogant. Isn't this normal communication? Morris is wasting money, I'm just stating the facts."

Vivian said while sitting cross-legged on the carpet, opening the bowl of porridge and starting to bury her head in food, had no intention to wait for Morris.

"You're not waiting for him to eat with you?"

Philip asked again.

"Why should I? Do I have to wait for him to feed me?"

Philip, "......"

You're a real conversation ender.

He didn't say anything more, but slowly walked to Arlo's side and nudged his elbow to Arlo's arm, communicating with him with his eyes.

Philip: Holy shit, this chick is not simple.

Arlo: I have seen that.

Philip: Why didn't you stop me just now? Do you know how much my butt hurt from the fall?

Arlo: You deserve it.

Philip: Get out!

The two men made eye contact.

Not long after, Morris came out of the bedroom after washing up.

Looking at the two men sitting on the sofa, he swept a glance at Vivian who was sitting on the carpet and saw that she was eating.

He sat beside her out of habit and placed a specific glass of milk on the table in front of Vivian, "Drink this."

"Ok."

Vivian picked up the warm milk and took a sip, then wrinkled her brow, "Morris, did you poison it, why does it smell weird?"

She was drinking the milk that day, and it also tasted a little odd to her.

"Yipinju Special Milk, 888 a glass." The man said breezily.

"888?"

Vivian's jaw dropped and she looked at the milk in the cup in bewilderment, "The milk from the golden cow? Why is it so expensive?"

She muttered as she angled her head and gulped down the milk, not even a drop left at the end.

Vivian simply thought the milk was expensive, unaware that Morris had simply ordered all the medicine the doctor had prescribed for her earlier to be put in.

The glass of milk, too, wasn't even that expensive at 888.

Seeing her finish her drink, Morris’ cold face lifted into a light smile, and when he raised his eyes to look at the two men across from him, he found two pairs of wide-eyed eyes staring straight at him.

The look, strange in its astonishment, was filled with incredulity.

Morris’ smile faltered and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "What are you doing standing around? It'll get cold if you don't eat."

Arlo smiled slightly and glanced aside at the dining room, reaching up to touch his nose and squeezing a smile out of his stiff face, "Okay, okay."

Morris never would have used a meal on a low table before.

How could a man who was always cultured, who exuded aristocratic elegance in his every move and lived a very refined life, be dining on a low table in the living room?

Arlo was truly shocked.

And Philip was the same.

Morris opened a lunchbox containing fresh shrimp dumplings.

As soon as the lid was opened, Vivian smelled it and immediately felt that the porridge in front of her didn't smell good, "Morris, let's change it, this is fresh shrimp dumplings, right? Heh, heh, after eating too much of your porridge, this porridge doesn't taste good."

As she spoke, she passed her half-eaten bowl of porridge to Morris, taking the dumpling in front of him.

"Well, eat it if you like." Morris replied naturally.

Vivian nodded and took a bite of a dumpling, her eyes widened and she gave a thumbs up, "Yummy, yummy."

Her speech was slurred because his mouth was stuffed with dumplings.

But the dumplings were really superb, retaining the fresh and tender flavor of the shrimp, and the soup was rich and fragrant, fresh but not greasy, and extra delicious.

Vivian rarely had such a great fresh shrimp dumpling, so she couldn't hold back her joyful mood of sharing, and handed one to Morris, seeing that he didn't take his chopsticks, she passed it directly to his mouth and said excitedly, "Try it, it's delicious, really, try it."

The abrupt move didn't surprise Morris.

Because the day he had found Vivian in the forest after she had disappeared in Dongpu Village, she had also naturally shared food with him, only it wasn't hand-fed to him.

He looked at the dumpling in Vivian's hand as if he was enjoying the moment.

However, Vivian thought he was disliking her, "Disliking my saliva on the chopsticks, huh? Then forget it ......"

Just as she was about to take back her chopsticks and eat it herself, Morris clutched her hand and fed the dumpling into his own mouth.

He chewed slowly as Vivian tilted her head and looked at him with an expectant look.

It was as if the dumpling was made by her, waiting anxiously for Morris to compliment her.

"How about that, isn't it super unbelievably delicious?"

"Make do."

Morris spoke up.

"Make do?" Vivian wrinkled her brows tightly, the smile on her face suddenly vanishing, "You're too picky, I really doubt how you grew up to be so picky. It's obvious that you only know how to make porridge yourself, and you still dislike this and that not being tasty day after day. Tsk."