My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 318 The Romance of Love

Morris responded, "Okay, I promise you everything."

"Thank you."

But as the words fell, Morris suddenly stopped, his head tilted, his gaze gazing at her, his handsome

face loaded with displeasure, "I don't want to hear you say those two words to me again."

Vivian bristled, "Why are you so overbearing?"

"I just don't want to be so alienated."

Vivian: "......"

For some reason, hearing him say that, a sudden wave of warmth rushed through her heart.

The two of them continued walking towards the front and went to the plum forest, a courtyard of plum

blossoms blooming against the snow, extraordinarily beautiful and pretty.

Vivian stood in the snow, admiring those plum blossoms, her hand subconsciously holding Morris’

hand, pointing ahead and saying, "It's so beautiful. My family's wax plum is yellow, compared to the red

plum, it's not even close."

The man's hand warmed, and he glanced at the hand held tightly by Vivian, his lips curving up in a

smile.

"Yeah, it is nice."

"Right, I told you, seeing plum blossoms in the snow is the best."

Vivian let go of his hand and scurried over to the plum tree, inclining her head to look at the plum

blossoms.

He followed her in silence, watching her go crazy, watching her laugh, watching her make a scene, but

feeling doubly content and pleased with himself.

A tense heart gradually fell away at this moment, and all that remained was good.

She ran for a while, and when she had had enough, she burrowed under the umbrella of Morris, rubbed

her frozen hands and let out a breath, "Phew, it's freezing."

The man took one of her hands in his big hand and brought it towards him closer, wrapped her in his

arms, untied his jacket and wrapped her in his arms with his clothes, "Silly girl, is this still cold?"

He called her ...... a silly girl?

But the way he called her that, on the contrary, made Vivian's heart warm and her lips tinted with a Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

smile.

Inexplicably, she felt that he was somewhat provocative.

Since she was a girl, apart from her adoptive parents and her master, it was Morris who had given her

the most care and protection.

In his arms at this moment, Vivian felt the air was even sweet.

She shook her head, "It's not cold anymore."

He held her like this, and Vivian put her hands in front of his chest, giving the two of them a slight

sense of distance.

She kept her head down, not daring to look into Morris’ eyes.

The cold wind was blowing, the snow was flying, and the two of them were standing in the plum forest

in this snowy sky, it was so cozy and beautiful, yet romantic in every way.

"Can we keep a low profile? It will be bad if people bump into us." She said as she raised her face and

blinked a pair of beautiful eyes.

Morris shook his head gently, "Let me hold you longer."

He was greedy, wanting to hold her longer, afraid that if he let go, she would leave.

"All right then. I'll allow you to hold me for one more minute."

"Can you put an explicit price on it? I'd like to buy the rest of your life with the balance of my account."

Morris smiled gently.

"Gee whiz, nice try."

Vivian snorted lightly, gave a smile, sweet and lovely.

"I can only think about it." He let out a sigh and said in a serious tone.

Although his tone was plain, it made Vivian feel a hint of downcast humility.

He was a far from the cold and unbeatable man who had appeared in front of everyone in the past.

Vivian looked up at him, her gaze like a torch.

At the same time, he looked down and collided with her eyes. The two of them were staring at each

other with deep emotion.

Morris' breathing was heavy, his breath fogging up and dispersing on the wind.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes, "Don't look at me with those eyes."

"Why?"

Vivian shook her head and moved away from Morris’ hand, frowning in confusion.

Then he said, "The gaze is so hot that I can't help but want to kiss you."

Vivian: "......"

She was amused, and finally pushed Morris away, "You'd better stay away from me, it's too

dangerous."

There was a sudden emptying in his arms and Morris gathered his jacket, as if trying to retain the

residual warmth she had left on his chest, "Go back."

Vivian lifted her watch, "It's after one, but ...... I still can't sleep."

As she walked, she muttered, "When it used to snow heavily in winter, my mum and dad would build a

fire in the utility room, then we would sit around the fire and talk and roast sweet potatoes, it felt

especially good."

With that, she sighed angrily, "Alas, there will never be a return to those days."

At once, Morris said, "I can't sleep either. Come on, I will take you somewhere."

He held the umbrella in his left hand, and with his right hand he pulled her down beside him as she

stood in the snow, wrapping his arm around her neck in a smooth motion, before handing the umbrella

to his right hand so that it would shield her from all the snowflakes.

The two of them left the plum grove and walked towards the front yard.

On the way, the two were silent.

But both were enjoying this warm romance of the moment.

"By the way, how is the matter of the dungeon?"

Vivian had wanted to ask about it when she came to the old mansion last night, but she had been too

lazy to speak up because of the suspicion that had grown between her and Morris.

Now, the two had somehow made up, and she had actually agreed to his confession.

Vivian really felt that she had gone crazy.

"It's been handed over to the relevant department in handling, don't worry about it."

"Oh my god, so many exotic treasures inside have all handed over? It's heartbreaking." Vivian only felt

a pang of pain in her heart.

Those were all genuine antiques, and even though they weren't particularly old, a large amount was a

lot of money.

"Marry me, and I'll give you all my money."

The man suddenly said.

Vivian glanced at him, "Think better of it, I don't want it."

"What, you still have other men in mind?" His face was slightly sunken, and the way he looked at her

had a hint of warning in it.

"I'm still young, I haven't had enough fun, I don't want to get married."

Vivian said truthfully, "Life is very long, so if you get married now, you'll be at a disadvantage. Look at

you, you're seven years older than me, so even if I want to get married, I'll have to wait until seven

years later."

Seven years?

Morris’ face instantly turned grim.

His thick eyebrows wrinkled as he looked at the woman beside him, suddenly feeling that seven years

could be really long.

He took her to a room in the front courtyard, turned on the lights and put a large fire pit in the room, and

Morris said, "There is no firewood here, let's burn charcoal."

"You brought me here just to make a fire?"

"I sent a message asking Ethan to bring some skewers, so I'll bring you along to drink and have

barbecue."