My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 180

As the future heir of the Cheal family, his wife must be able to rise to the occasion, have a certain family background and be a good match for the family.

That was like the rule.

Scolded by Vivian, Morris didn't say anything.

"Turn right up ahead, to Old King Food Stall."

Vivian huffed.

The car stopped, and the two got out, heading straight for the Old King Food Stall.

It was 1:00 a.m. and there were not much people in the food stall.

The two sat outside, ordered a stew and kebabs, ordered two dozen of beers.

Morris had never visited such a humble roadside stand, and he even felt it dirty.

But for some reason, it didn't feel like it now.

It was as if everything was wonderful.

Vivian opened two bottles of wine, handed one to Morris, then took one for herself, raised her head and gulped it down.

"It's tasteless to drink beer, boss, give us two bottles of alcohol instead."

Vivian muttered unhappily, perhaps in a mood that was unpleasantly affected by Morris.

The boss answered and carried over a few bottles of alcohol.

Morris drank with her, but after only one sip, he found the poor quality alcohol pungent and unpleasant in the mouth.

But he wasn't fussy, and kept drinking with Vivian in silence.

"Morris, you're just as annoying as your fiancée, who's so great because you are rich and powerful and want to sway others’ lives."

The alcohol was strong.

Vivian took a few sips of alcohol before pointing at Morris and cursing.

The man took his chopsticks, caught the beans, took a bite, and unexpectedly found he had a good appetite, making the drink very appetizing.

He listened to Vivian's words and didn't know how to reply.

It wasn't long before the skewers were delivered, and Morris looked at the skewers full of seasoning and frowned, not doing anything.

Seeing his look of disgust, Vivian gave him a blank look, "What are you looking at? Eat. It is not poisonous, can't you eat it?"

She took a skewer of lamb and handed it to Morris, "Here, try it, I guarantee you won't die from eating it!"

For some reason, seeing Morris looking so puritanical made her nauseous inside.

Morris was somewhat repulsed, eyebrows wrinkling, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out to take the lamb skewer she handed him and took a bite.

In the mouth, a whiff of seasoning, and then a slow taste reveals an extraordinarily distinctive flavor.

He realized that no wonder so many people liked to jerk off, it did taste good.

"How was it, was it good?" She questioned with a tilt of her head.

Morris nodded, "It's okay."

"Geez, I told you, it's not poisonous, so why can't you eat it."

Vivian held a skewer in one hand and raised the alcohol in the other, clinking glasses with him, "Cheers, wish you ...... a happy wedding in advance."

"Okay."

"Here, here's to you again. You're my brother and my boss, but remember, settle the bill tomorrow, or we'll cut off our friendship."

"Okay."

"Morris, you can't talk, can you? It's no fun talking to you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Talk ...... it is annoying as hell."

Vivian was furious with Morris, and just kept drinking.

Not long after four bottles of alcohol were finished by the two of them, she asked the boss to get a few more bottles of it.

It was autumn, the night was slightly cooler, and the two sat down to have a meal together.

Morris was in a heavy moon, and every time he raised his eyes to look at Vivian, he felt like his heart was clogged with a stone, making his heart feel extra heavy.

The suffocating pain was like nothing ever felt before.

He had never been like this that he was eager to have this woman.

He liked her, but he could not have her.

Because, Vivian said people like him are scum.

He didn't want to be, in her mind, a scum.

The two men drank until after 2:00 and were both drunk.

"Go home."

Morris said.

"It's time to go home, or your wedding tomorrow will be delayed."

She got up and went to the check.

The two got into the car and he sent her back, asking, "Where do you live?"

He thought that Vivian was only living in the company because of her busy schedule, but he didn't know that she didn't have a place to stay.

"To the office, where else would I go?"

Vivian sat on the passenger seat and muttered with her eyes closed.

"I'll have Trent oversee the wedding site tomorrow, so you don't have to worry too much. I'll send you back to have some sleep."

"I don't have anywhere to stay but the office."

No place to stay, she said.

Morris’ heart sank and he eventually took her back to the night apartment.

Driving all the way to the parking lot, when he got off, Vivian leaned against the passenger seat and fell asleep.

The man went around to the passenger seat, unbuckled her seat belt and carried him up the stairs.

The elevator rose slowly from the negative second floor as he held the sleeping woman in his arms, watching her cheeks flush slightly as she slept docilely against his chest, like a tame kitten.

When the elevator reached the top floor, he stepped out and into the lobby of the apartment, carrying her to her room.

But instead, he went into his master bedroom.

Laying gently on the bed, she rolled over smoothly, her legs pressed against the bedding, and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Morris stood aside, watching her quietly.

At that moment, every factor in his body screamed and cluttered his thoughts.

He leaned over her and reached out to wrap his arms around her.

The woman moved on the bed and rolled over to face Morris, her legs pressed against his, her head rubbing against his chest, finding a comfortable angle and going back to sleep.

The faint scent of the woman's body lingered between his nostrils, and while Morris held her, he felt his body grow hotter and hotter, with an uncontrollable desire to possess her in frenzy.

He leaned down, looked at her red lips, and leaned in for a kiss.

Her lips were soft and sweet, as if they were poppies, and they made him sink deeper.

" ...... go away ......"

Vivian wailed, moved, and went back to sleep.

Morris let go of the woman and raised his hand to cover her cheek, ruffling the messy hair on her forehead as he couldn't help but say, "Vivian, after tomorrow, I'll send you away, okay?"

If Vivian wanted to, he could have married her despite everyone's objections.

However, Vivian had never loved him at all.

Morris couldn't bear to force her for his own selfish reasons.

He didn't want to see Vivian's depressed look.

But neither did he want to subject himself to the emotional torment and devastation, he feared he would one day be unable to restrain himself from hurting her.

So the best way was to send her away.

It was becoming clearer and clearer to Morris that his emotions were getting out of control when he was facing Vivian!

"...... No ......"

The woman in his arms mumbled and answered him.

"Do you know that if you continue to stay, one day I will hurt you?"

The man spoke the words hidden in his heart, and only dared to say them while she was asleep.

"If ...... if Yoona hadn't saved me in the first place; if I hadn’t had sex with her on that trip to C Country and she hadn't gotten pregnant, maybe I wouldn't marry her."