My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 175

"Hmph, that's because you're stupid. I'm too ashamed to say you're my disciple who has learned from me for so many years."

Houghton took drags of his cigarette and grunted with great disgust.

Vivian gave a glance at him, "Master, you're inhuman."

A comment that caused a few people to laugh out loud.

Such a relaxed and happy atmosphere was very enjoyable for Morris.

As they talked late into the night, Houghton wanted to go home, while Vivian walked Houghton home with Morris before heading home with a flashlight.

Deep in the forest, the fog was thick, the hawks could be heard at night. Vivian was close to Morris, her hand involuntarily pulling on his sleeve, nervous to the extreme.

"You're very ......"

"Ah! You scared the hell out of me."

When Morris just suddenly said something, Vivian was taken aback and slapped him on the shoulder, "You can scare me to death, don't you know that?"

"How come I didn't notice you being so timid before?" It was rare to see her shivering, and it amused him.

"Holy shit, blame me?"

Vivian muttered, "My master had told me about the story the ghosts are here. Since then every time I passed by here, I am scared half to death."

As she finished speaking, a nighthawk suddenly let out a cry, scaring Vivian into tugging at Morris and diving headfirst into his arms, holding him in a death grip.

She swore to God that she really hadn't been this wretched.

She was not afraid of the enemy, not afraid of heights, not afraid of being beaten and scolded, and not afraid of the dark in a busy city, but in her hometown, she was too scared to go out late at night.

A sudden tight hug from her made him feel sudden warmth, a faint scent of hair lingering between his nostrils, familiar and nice.

Morris’ body stiffened and the hand hanging at his side stiffened, so he lifted his hand and patted her back gently, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

His hand holding the flashlight wrapped around Vivian's waist, and his other hand gently pinched her earlobe, "Vivian, don't be afraid, I'm here."

This technique was familiar to Vivian.

When she was frightened as a child, her grandmother liked to rub her ears while saying, "Vivian, don’t be afraid, grandmother is here, grandmother is here."

An inexplicable sense of reassurance hit her heart, and the timidity in Vivian's heart subsided a lot.

As an afterthought, she realized that she was too close to Morris, to the point where she could almost feel his warmth through his thin shirt.

She flushed and she pushed him away straight away, "Hurry up and go, scaring the hell out of me."

"Okay."

Morris followed her down the hill.

As he walked, Morris suddenly said, "There's a problem, can you help me analyze it?"

"What problem?"

"I have an ...... classmate who is about to marry his pregnant fiancée, but suddenly finds himself in love with another woman. Has this kind of thing ever happened to you?"

Morris asked.

"Of course I haven't. If I meet this kind of scum, I will beat him up, what a crap."

Being a woman, Vivian was angry to hear that and glared at Morris, "It's true that people are divided into groups, you're no good either. If I hadn't practiced martial arts properly with my master back then, I should have castrated you when you touched me in the first place!"

Morris: Did I say something wrong?

"I ...... am talking about my classmate. What should he do now?" Morris rubbed his nose sheepishly.

"What he can do? Men like that deserve to be castrated. Got his fiancee pregnant and now he wants to go away? What a trash. Even if he marries his fiancée, he won't be happy after marriage; If he is not marrying his fiancée, the child will be innocently implicated and lead to his fiancé's misfortune after marriage."

"So ......"

"So go to hell! Hmph!"