My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 232

Vivian mouth skimmed, walked to the second floor railing, overlooking the first floor hall, such a luxurious house was dazzling, but ......

It didn't make her lose her mind.

Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her fair face was tinged with anger as she glared fiercely at Morris, "Morris, what do you want? Don't think that just because you're Grandma's grandson, I'm going to put up with you again and again! I admit that you're rich, but that doesn't mean I'll accept anything from you. You think a 'fairy tale castle' will convince me to stay? Sadly, I'm not a favored princess, let alone a Cinderella with delusions of attaching to a rich man!"

Vivian was angry, "I didn't pursue the matter of sleeping pills, because I'm giving you a last chance. Don’t go too far!"

After saying that, she grunted and simply walked away.

Whether or not Morris liked her was no reason for him to use sleeping pills on her despicably and then have 'sex' with her.

Although Vivian had been calling Morris a 'scum', she didn't realize that with her violent temper, if any other man dared to use 'sleeping pills' on her, she would definitely retaliate at all costs.

But she was different to Morris.

Perhaps, it was because she had sex with him before and he hadn't fucked another woman; or perhaps, she had treated him extra differently.

There was just some underlying sentimentality that went unnoticed.

"You stand still!"

Morris’ temples jumped in anger.

Damn, can’t this be over?

He scolded and yanked Vivian's wrist, "How do I have to prove it before you'll believe me?"

Morris wasn't a very patient person, but he had asked Vivian this question no less than five times.

It almost drove him crazy.

"Let go!"

Vivian shook off his hand, "Stay away from me, that's the best proof."

Morris, "......"

End of topic.

Vivian turned around and went downstairs, leaving.

For a girl who didn't worship money, a home as luxurious as a fairy tale castle was just a proof of someone else's wealth, and has nothing to do with her.

The helpless Morris walked down the stairs and stood in front of the villa gazing at the woman who had gotten into her car and walked away in a desperate manner. He took a deep breath and slammed his fist on the pillar along the steps.

For the first time in his life, he knew how difficult it was to gain a person's trust.

It was as if Vivian's first impression of him was a judgment of his character, and no matter how much he did later, it couldn't change her mind about him.

......

Vivian left the villa and returned to the city center.

In the afternoon, with the help of the agency, she rent a single apartment near her wedding company.

The apartment was turnkey, and she moved right in.

On this day, near noon, she drove out to the supermarket, she wanted to buy some daily necessities and go home to cook.

The car was parked in the parking lot across from the mini-mart, and just as she was carrying her bag and preparing to go to the supermarket, she saw a familiar figure appear.

Vivian, who was wearing sunglasses, was suddenly stunned, took off her sunglasses and looked over, and suddenly found that the person was actually Yara!