My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 316 Morris Confessed His Love

"Hahaha ...... Morris, you're too stupid, can't you even dodge this?"

Vivian laughed so hard that she leaned back and forth, grabbed another handful of snow on the half

human high row of greenery, held it into a ball and threw it towards Morris.

This time, Morris' head tilted slightly to the side, easily avoiding the snowball.

He stood still, fiddling with the snowflakes on his face, which inadvertently slid down his neck, cool and

eerie, but the corners of his lips did rise slightly in an unconcealed curve.

At that moment, another snowball smashed over and landed on top of the umbrella, splashing away

with a thud and sliding down its surface.

The man's movements froze, his eyes gazing at the laughing woman not far away, smoothly tossing the

umbrella aside, grabbing a handful of snow, squeezing it, and smashing it towards Vivian. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hahahaha .....Ah ...... poof ......"

Vivian was laughing recklessly at Morris, but a snowball smashed directly into her face, splashing

snowflakes into her mouth.

She spat out her tongue and glared at Morris, "You play dirty?"

Vivian got angry and quickly pinched a snowball and smashed it at Morris, however Morris picked up

his umbrella with his hand, dodging her attack.

Vivian ended up losing badly, standing there in a mess and stomping her feet, "Morris, you're

shameless. How can you use the umbrella?"

Angrily, she protested.

But she had the appearance of being pouting, which was inexplicably cute.

When Morris saw her angry, he realized afterwards that something was not quite right.

So he put down his umbrella and walked up to her, "Okay then, I'll stand in front of you and let you

throw at me, okay?"

Vivian bristled with anger and glared at him.

However, just when Morris thought she gave up, Vivian smashed a snowball quickly, directly onto his

head.

"Hahahaha ......"

Vivian's treacherous plan worked and she turned and ran, and Morris immediately chased after her,

"Damn it."

Vivian ran quickly, but her feet slip and she felt straight backwards.

"Be careful."

Seeing this, Morris stepped forward and tugged Vivian's hand.

But because his hand was tugging Vivian tightly, he was afraid of falling on Vivian the moment he went

downstairs, so he took her into his arms.

With a thud, both of them fell to the ground, and Vivian was held in his arms, pressed against his body,

and coincidentally kissed his lips.

At that moment, Vivian's body stiffened and her eyes stared blankly at the magnified handsome face

close at hand, forgetting to react.

The wind was bitterly cold, sending snowflakes flying across the sky, ruffling the hair on her cheeks and

brushing against the man's face.

It took only a moment for Morris to withdraw his deep thoughts, but he did not push her away.

Her lips were slightly cool, covering his warm ones, soft and sticky, with a hint of sweetness and a

slight fragrance that made him sink.

His heart was pounding, his gaze was deep in affection for Vivian, and the hand he had wrapped

around her waist clasped the back of her head, and he actually took the initiative to start kissing her.

Vivian's mind went blank for a short while, and with the man's active kiss, she regained her senses.

She should have pushed him away fiercely and given him a slap on the wrist, but her nostrils were filled

with the man's unique masculine scent, which was familiar and smelled good.

Especially his hot lips, lightly sucking and intertwining, his lips filled with a nice scent that actually made

her deer thunder, as if an electric current slipped through her, tingling and numb.

Her heart was beating faster, Vivian was like a statue, motionless, allowing the man to kiss her, unable

to respond for a long time.

She actually damn well felt a wave of eroticism.

Vivian snapped awake, her hands propped up on Morris’ chest, wanting to get up, but the man's hands

were tightly wrapped around her waist, his eyes gazing at her with deep affection, his slightly red lips

slightly open, his voice with the husky and low tone after the kiss, "Vivian, can you be my girlfriend? "

The man spoke his unprecedented confession.

At this moment, Morris forgot about that one message he received on his phone that day.

Perhaps, he just said what was on his mind.

Vivian froze, not expecting at all that Morris would suddenly confess his love to her.

The two of them were in such an ambiguous position, lying in the snow in the middle of the night, just

confessing their love?

This was by and large a way of confessing that Vivian had never thought of in her life.

"I ......"

Vivian's hand propped up on his chest involuntarily clenched, her teeth lightly biting her red lips, at a

certain moment, it was as if she felt the true thoughts inside.

She had to admit that at some point, she had actually developed a slight liking for this man.

But it had actually dawned on her just a few seconds before, she liked him.

Seeing Vivian hesitation, Morris’ bright eyes gradually became dull, and finally, he asked, "Do you like

Issac?"

"No, I don't."

Almost subconsciously, Vivian answered.

At those words, the man's brows knitted, faintly smelling a hint of something wrong.

Since she didn't like Issac, how could she have had sex with him that day at the hotel?

From what he knew about Vivian, she was not that unrestrained a woman, so he asked, "The night of

the Cheal family banquet, you were at the hotel with Issac and you didn’t…"

Perhaps it was because her love was so deep that Vivian's brain instinctively answered Morris’

question.

But when Morris asked a follow-up question, Vivian sensed something was wrong. "What do you

mean?"

"The day after you and Issac were together, I received a text message ......"

"What text message?"

Vivian looked grave.

Her facial expression fell into Morris’ eyes, and it was instantly clear to him that Vivian probably knew

nothing about what had happened that night.

He then said, "Just a message sent to me, saying that you liked Issac."

Morris had lied and concealed the truth.

Because he didn't know what Issac had done to Vivian that night at the hotel, poor her, she knew

nothing about it.

If Vivian knew that Issac had touched her, she was only afraid that would be a nightmare in her mind.

The angrier he became, the more his heart ached for Vivian.

"Vivian, I know you have many concerns, but I hope you can give me a chance."

Morris confessed to Vivian, speaking in a tone that even carried slight humbleness.

A man who had always been arrogant and defiant of all things, only when in front of Vivian did he feel

how insignificant his ability was.

"I ...... Morris, I ...... you are the heir of the Cheal family, but I am just a woman who came from the

countryside, not worthy of you, much less can I afford your fondness for me."