My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 92

"Morris, isn't my luggage in your hands? Where's my luggage?"

She frowned at Morris and questioned him.

The man closed the umbrella and carefully fastened it. He glanced at Vivian coldly and opened his thin lips slightly. "We're neither relatives nor friends. Why should I help you carry your luggage?"

Good heavens, it turned out that he was holding a grudge.

Vivian's face went grim. She rolled her eyes at Morris, thinking that he got angry when she introduced him to Karl.

But who knew that he would be so stingy?

"You're ruthless. Our friendship ends here."

She snorted and said to Karl, "Wait here for me. I'll get a luggage and come right away."

After that, she turned around to get her luggage. When she went around Morris, her elbow hit him in the arm hard. She barged her way back.

The mountain road was muddy, and it was still wet and slippery. She was very slow when she went down the mountain.

For the distance which should have cost over 10 minutes, she had walked for more than 20 minutes. When she returned in another 20 minutes, there was only Morris there, and the others were all gone.

She angrily put the suitcase on the ground, glared at Morris, and asked, "Where is Karl?"

"He said you were too slow, so he left first."

Morris held an umbrella in one hand and the other in his sportswear pocket as he said indifferently.

"Can't you be a man!"

Vivian rolled her eyes at him angrily.

Just because of her words, the bastard threw her luggage a few kilometers away, which made her walk for almost an hour in vain.

"I'm neither your relative nor your friend. It's none of your business whether I'm a man or not."

The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked silently.

Vivian bypassed Morris and walked forward with her luggage.

The road up the mountain was rugged and difficult. With a heavy rain, the road was muddy, making it increasingly difficult.

She carried her luggage up the mountain, which took a lot of energy.

After she reached the top of the mountain, she looked up and found that Karl and the two men had already reached the top of the mountain ahead.

She could vaguely see their figures.

Angry at Morris, Vivian walked in front, not saying a word.

Morris followed closely behind. Seeing her plodding, he asked, "Do you need help?"

"I'm neither close nor old friends with you. I don't care!"

The little woman replied angrily.

"Well, it makes sense."

Morris responded and did not say anything else. Instead, he silently followed behind her.

She went up and then down the mountain. Although Vivian was wearing anti-theft shoes, she couldn't stand the steep mountain road and the wet and slippery road. She was going to fall several times. Finally, she used a box to support herself on the ground.

However, she did not notice that every time she was about to slide, Morris stretched out his hand, intending to support her, but then silently retracted his hand because she stood firm.

Vivian, who was panting from exhaustion, stood halfway up the mountain and looked at the steep mountain road. She was afraid that she would slide later. She stood on a stone with her hands on her waist and looked back at Morris.

Their eyes met.

One was calm and relaxed, while the other was panting.

The suitcase was too heavy. It was not easy for Vivian to carry it so far.

She was angry, but in the end, she had to surrender.

As the old saying goes, whoever understands the times is a great man, and man is expected to live for himself.

Therefore, she chose to give in.

"Morris, you are my sworn brother, but what do you mean by not helping me along the way? Do you believe that I will tell Grandma about it when we are back home?"