My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 125

Vivian reached out and pushed at Morris in her haste, but because she was using her right hand, she jerked backwards in pain because she was using too much force, "Hiss ...... "

Noticing the difference, Morris let go of her and instantly turned on the lights in the movie room, only to find that Vivian's sleeves were already stained with crimson blood.

His face flushed and he frowned, his complex gaze going to her, "Sorry."

The unsolicited apology was a little startling to Vivian.

Never thought that the high and mighty would one day take the initiative to apologize to her.

However, without waiting for Vivian to react, Morris had already taken his phone out of the cast mode and turned off the images before leading her, "Come here, let me bandage you up."

Vivian was exasperated and shook off his hand, "I'll take care of it myself."

Barefoot and exasperated, she walked out of the movie room, found the medical kit in the living room, and began to treat the lacerations.

Morris walked out of the movie room and looked at her sitting on the couch, clumsily working on untying the bandage on her right arm with her left hand, and felt guilty.

He walked over to her, sat down, reached down and squeezed her right hand, going to untie the bandage on her arm.

"I'll get it myself, you ......"

"Don't move!"

Vivian struggled, but Morris gave a light scolding and she immediately quieted down, allowing the man to wipe the blood from her wound, apply medicine, and bandage it.

He moved skillfully and in one fluid motion.

Throughout the entire process, Vivian watched the intently focused Morris very quietly until he finished rewrapping her bandages, and only then did she say, "It's late, I'm going to bed."

She got up and angrily went back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Sitting on the couch, Morris clutched the bandage in his hand and gazed at the closed door of the room with mixed feelings.

This night, Vivian didn't come out to watch TV like she did before, but stayed in her bedroom.

It wasn't until the next day that Morris woke up as usual to make porridge for her, and when he didn't see Vivian come out by seven o'clock, he went and knocked on Vivian's room door, but no one answered.

Morris pushed open the door and was surprised to find she was not in.

She had left.

He was stunned for a moment and pulled out his phone to call Vivian.

On the first call, she didn't answer; on the second, she did.

"What?"

"Where are you?"

"As of today, I won't be returning to your apartment, and you don't have to care where I am. Goodbye."

Vivian hung up straight away without any unnecessary nonsense to Morris.

Originally, she thought that after Madame Cheal had recognized her as her goddaughter, Morris would be more restrained towards her, but she had in the end overestimated that beast.

To avoid having sex with him again, she chose to rent a place.

This morning, Vivian took a leave of absence from Issac and found a small one-room apartment online for two thousand a month. She paid the rent annually, and bought some daily necessities.

The money was transferred by Yeon, pretty much of it was used up from her morning of renting a room plus buying daily necessities.

After packing everything up, it was 10:00 am.

Weary, she lay on the couch in the living room, tired and half-hearted.

The phone on the table rang.

Vivian glanced at the screen of her phone, which jumped with a string of unknown phone numbers.

She picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello, who is it?"

"May I ask if you are, Vivian?" On the other end of the phone, a woman's voice rang out, sounding somewhat familiar.

"It's me."