My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 142

This back and forth was a waste of time even if it cost a lot of money.

Vivian swore to God that this was the most costly day she had ever felt.

Filled with anger, she entered the clubhouse, stood at the elevator and swiped her special elevator card and went straight back to her penthouse apartment.

When she entered the apartment, it was dark inside, and Vivian, who was in an irritable mood, did not turn on the lights, took off her shoes, barefooted, and walked lightly to the sofa to lie down.

As a result, once she laid down, she noticed that something was wrong with the position of her head on the pillow.

She reached out and wiped her hand, it was still warm, Vivian sat up in a flash, "Morris, are you fucking sick? Why don’t you turn on the light, want to scare me to death?"

Just the thought of how this bastard Morris had treated her today made her feel angry.

Standing up from the couch, she grunted and walked away.

Just then, all the lights in the apartment came on.

He turned back and looked at Vivian who walked barefoot to the bedroom with an angry look on her face, his thin lips slightly opened, and without waiting for him to say something, he heard a bang and the door of the room closed tightly there.

Morris’ brow knitted slightly as he thought about the moment when she had gone on a rampage.

He couldn't help but wonder to himself if it was, indeed, too much.

Morris got up, walked over to Vivian's bedroom, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Several knocks in quick succession, and no one answered inside.

Morris asked, "Still angry?"

With a creak, the door opened and Vivian, a duffel bag in her hand, walked out of the room and stood in front of him, her stern eyes glaring at him, "Get out of the way!"

At those words, Morris’ face quickly gloomed at a rate visible to the eye, "What did you say?"

"I said ......"

Before it could be finished, she sensed that Morris’ face was not right, and she immediately conceded and bristled, "Get out of my way, get out of my way."

"Where are you going?"

Morris stood motionless in front of Vivian.

Her face was cool as she raised her eyes and glared at him with a harsh gaze, "It's none of your business where I go."

Although there was nothing at all wrong with what Morris had done in the matter of waiving the bill at the clubhouse, Vivian was just very angry and her anger was hard to dispel.

Even she herself didn't understand why she was lashing out.

"It's dangerous for a girl to go out this late at night."

Seeing her like an angry bird, Morris couldn't help but wonder to himself if he shouldn't have done that at that moment.

Otherwise she wouldn't be so angry.

"Dangerous or not, it doesn't matter much to you."

Vivian grunted coldly and carried her luggage, trying to get past Morris and just leave.

But Morris moved a step to the left, directly in her way.

The haughty and cold man looked down at her and asked rhetorically, "Eating my food, living in my house, and treating me to a dollar breakfast, and you feel expensive. How come taking Issac to spend millions, you don’t feel expensive, instead of getting angry with me?"

Wasn’t she unreasonable'?

"That's because I thought we ......"

She raised her voice and before she could finish the words 'that's because I thought we had a better relationship because we live under the same roof', her words trailed off and she snorted, "Yes, you're right. I just like to be treated differently, what's wrong with that?"

Vivian shoved Morris so hard that he stumbled back a step, and Vivian walked right around him and left.

As she passed by him, Morris clutched her wrist, "You like him that much?"

The man's breath was chilling, and even the eyes that gazed at Vivian became increasingly cold.