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."