My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 315 Romantic Time Together

"What about Yara?"

Morris put down the chess pieces in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Vivian, and asked a

straightforward question.

He asked a question that left Vivian speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time before Vivian sighed despondently, propping her

elbows on her knees and resting her chin, "I know, I just don't know what to say to her right now."

How could a woman who was immersed in love to believe that her boyfriend had bad intentions?

Thinking about this, Vivian suddenly perceived that the tense relationship between her and Morris had

been instantly eased.

But last time, he had helped her a lot, and Vivian had no intention of getting angry with him at all.

"Vivian, it's getting late, shouldn't we go home?"

Outside the living room, Yara and Mike walked in, shaking the snowflakes that had fallen on them, and

said with a smile, "It's snowing so hard outside, it's freezing. If we don't leave now, we won't be able to

go back later."

"You have nothing to do tomorrow, so stay here for the night and go back tomorrow."

In the bedroom, before Madame Cheal could lie down on the bed after soaking her feet, she heard

Yara speak, so she walked out of the room and said to several people.

"This ...... isn't very nice, is it?"

Yara flushed, subconsciously inclined her head to look at Mike, as if seeking his opinion.

"Grandma, we'd better go back."

Vivian did not want to stay here for the night, afraid of giving the two of them, Mike and Yara, more

opportunities.

"What? My words don’t work now? None of you are allowed to leave today, it's settled."

Madame Cheal gave an order.

In that case, Vivian could not refuse any further.

They sat together, chatted for a while, and arranged for their own rooms to rest.

Vivian and Yara were both in the same room, but because Vivian had insomnia, she couldn't sleep late

at night.

She and Yara were both lying on the bed, and Vivian couldn't help but ask what was on her mind,

"Well...... how far have you developed with Mike?"

"Why are you so gossipy?" Mentioning this topic, Yara was shy.

Remembering her previous visit to Yara's house, Vivian clearly detected signs of a man staying

overnight at her house, she pursued the question, "You two slept together?"

"Yeah ......"

Yara thought for a moment and nodded heavily.

The thought in her heart was confirmed, Vivian's eyebrows knitted, "You're so rash, you don't need to

discuss with your parents?"

"My parents can’t control me, besides, it's still just a hidden relationship, when we find the right

opportunity to break off the engagement with Anthony, I can be with Mike openly."

"Does he like you? You've never had any doubts about his feelings for you?"

"Nonsense, if he doesn't like me, why he is with me?"

"But don't you think you're moving too fast?"

"Love at first sight is just a matter of seconds, and many people get married after three days on a blind

date. I'm already very slow, okay?" Hearing what Vivian said, Yara's mood grew upset, "Hmph, I don’t

want to talk to you, I'm going to change my room."

With that, Yara got up, put on her clothes and left the bedroom.

Originally, there were two rooms arranged for the two of them, but Yara wanted to sleep with Vivian, so

she came over.

Now, having gotten into an unpleasant mood, she left.

Seeing that she was so disobedient, Vivian raised her hand to her forehead, feeling doubly headache.

After lying in bed for a while, she couldn't sleep, she remembered that there was a plum forest in the

backyard of the house, so she got up with her clothes on.

When she stepped out of her room and into the corridor, she found Morris standing in the corridor,

wearing a black trench coat and smoking a cigarette in silence.

The dim light fell on his body, making his facial contours more and more clear and angular, just the side

of his face was so handsome.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Vivian gathered the scarf around her neck and walked over towards him.

Morris slowly glanced sideways, and then turned his head to continue gazing into the distance, "You

are up too."

He knew she couldn't sleep, and with her nature, she was bound to come out.

So he stood here and smoked cigarettes, not realizing that she had actually come out.

"I couldn't fall asleep. I suddenly remembered that there is a plum forest at your house and I want to

see the plum blossoms in the snow." Vivian said, excited, "In this ancient courtyard, walking in the

snow late at night to see the plum blossoms is like a kind of ancient literati poetry."

The old mansion of the Cheal family was a century-old building, and she could not help but feel the

illusion of having travelled back in time when walking into it.

At the same time, Vivian was thinking, if this house was sold, it must be worth a lot of money.

The man snorted lightly, twisted out the cigarette in his hand and walked towards the snow, Vivian

immediately followed him.

As Morris had just stepped out into the corridor, she turned back, "I will get an umbrella."

She jogged back to her room to get an umbrella and then caught up with Morris with it in her hand.

She held a black umbrella in her hands and raised it slightly, perhaps because Morris was too tall,

Vivian became displeased, "You're tall, you hold the umbrella."

The umbrella blocked the light from the street lamp, and the view was instantly dimmed.

Morris took a deep look at the woman beside him and slowly raised his eyes to look at the umbrella.

Inexplicably, he felt that it was undoubtedly a pleasure for the two of them to share an umbrella and

walk in the snow.

His heart suddenly fluttered.

But no matter how his emotions fluctuated, he remained calm and cool on the surface.

When he took the umbrella from Vivian's hand, he accidentally touched her hand and a cold sensation

struck him.

Her hands were cold.

Looking at the thin tweed coat she was wearing, Morris smoothly took off the trench coat draped over

her body and casually tossed it to her, "Hold it for me, it's not convenient to hold the umbrella." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Huh? Aren't you cold?"

"I'm not that weak." He looked ahead and said in a careless manner.

"That's just right, I'll put it on, it's too cold and chilly."

Vivian didn't think much of it, so she draped Morris’ windbreaker over her shoulders. The two of them

walked very close to each other so as not to get caught in the snow, their feet crunching on the snow

on the ground, accompanied by the bitter cold wind, which was quite romantic.

"It's snowing a lot this year, it's been many years since I've seen such heavy snow."

Vivian looked at the university and stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes, seemingly muttering

to herself.

"Yeah."

He responded.

"Do you like snow?"

Vivian suddenly asked.

He subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but in that very moment, he felt that walking with her in

the snow like this was something beautiful that he had never felt before, and even wished that time

would freeze here.

"I guess." He said.

Walking along the cobbled pathway, flanked by rows of seasonal greenery, perfectly trimmed and

covered with a layer of snow.

Vivian touched the snowflakes with her hands and turned back to look at Morris, "Hey, Morris, have you

ever had a snowball fight?"

Morris shook his head, and the next moment he saw Vivian run a few steps forward, and as soon as he

turned around, a snowball came over unawares and slapped him in the face.