My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 172 Sending Her Back for Her Father’s Birthday

Since she was answering the phone with her left hand, she moved her phone to one side, just loud

enough for Morris to hear.

"Issac genuinely likes you and treats you very well. Look at you, as a girlfriend, you don't know to be

nice to him, you will make people gossip about you when you get married in the future.

The two of you love each other, so you should cherish him. Your father and I are planning to go to L

City to meet Issac to talk about your marriage and see when we can get you married ......."

Hearing this, Vivian immediately put the phone up next to her ear and said, "Mom, mom, what are you

talking about, I'm still young."

She was going crazy.

The first and last time, it was all just a show between her and Issac, how come her adoptive mother

started talking about marriage?

Vivian chatted with her, just as if she didn't notice the cold face of Morris who was sitting at the side.

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In that moment, his hand on the steering wheel couldn't help but tighten, only to feel a blockage in his

chest that made him feel more and more irritable.

"Gee, mom, stop that, hurry up and eat cake with my dad, I'm going to be busy, bye."

After saying that, she just hung up.

"Whew~~"

She took a long breath of relief and suddenly felt that she could not lie anything, she should talk to her

adoptive parents as soon as possible, otherwise she was afraid that sooner or later they would find

Issac and discuss the matter of marriage.

Sure enough, a lie took a million lies to make it feel right.

Putting away her phone, Vivian looked at Morris, who was driving, and couldn't help but mutter, "You're

actually having your birthday on the same day as my dad."

Morris' face was chilly, and he kept his silence directly to Vivian, not paying her any attention.

Vivian skimmed her mouth, and couldn't figure out why he look grim, but she was now the owner of the

wedding company and had to please this wealthy man.

After all, her wedding company's only client was Morris.

"Stop, stop, stop."

Vivian suddenly caught a glimpse of something and yelled for him to stop.

He thought Vivian was going to buy something for her grandmother, so he stopped at the curb.

She got out of the car and ran away.

It didn't take long for her to get into the car with her things, close the door and buckle up.

She pulled a pink piggy cake out of the paper bag, still priced at 39, not a penny more than she wanted

to spend.

"Come on, big money ...... brother, it's your birthday, birthday cake for you, haha."

Vivian smiled fawningly, pulled out a candle from the bag, inserted it next to the pink pig's ear, took the

lighter and lit it, held the cake, inclined her head and looked at Morris, "Brother, happy birthday, I'll sing

you a birthday song, make a wish."

Vivian didn't know when Morris celebrated his birthday, but she had heard that Morris never celebrated

his birthday.

So when Morris asked her to celebrate his birthday today, she was a little upset, but more surprised.

The car turned off and Morris looked at the woman fawning, always thinking she wasn't holding back

any good ideas.

Such a scene made his mind involuntarily recall her celebrating birthday with Issac, as well as Anika

saying earlier that the two of them were 'two lovers', and suddenly the cake didn't even smell good.

"No need."

He said coldly, started the car, and set off straight away.

"Are you ...... psycho? You're the one who asked me to prepare a cake for you, and you're the one who

won't eat it!"

Her face instantly fell as she looked at the candle on the cake, and with a huff, she lowered her head

and blew it out with a huff.

Rummaging out the fork from the paper bag, she sat in the passenger seat and ate it herself.

They say that women change their faces fast, but she feels that Morris change his face even faster!

She swore that she would never buy cake for Morris again.

However, when she had just taken two bites, the car suddenly stopped at the side of the road.

The man's cold gaze glanced over and he reached out to snatch the cake from her hand, "I don’t

celebrate the birthday, why are you eating cake?"

"I can't eat it if you don't celebrate your birthday? What a bully."

Vivian muttered as she bit her fork in her mouth and glared angrily at him.

But Morris snatched the fork right out of her hand, scoop up a spoonful of cake and ate it.

Vivian, who was immersed in anger, was still rambling, "Aren't you not eating? Why are you eating?

Morris, do you think you're out of your mind? It's annoying."

Morris, who had rarely eaten sweets, ignored Vivian's mutterings and chewed slowly, tasting the cake,

which suddenly tasted good.

Morris remembered his parents not allowing him to eat cake when he was a child, saying that it was too

sugary and bad for his health, so all the cream cakes he had eaten were customized, not at all the kind

of cake sold in the market.

Instead, now that he had tasted a bite, he thought it tasted very good.

He took one bite at a time, not knowing if it was because the cake tasted good or because it was

bought by her, Morris took several bites in a row.

Even if he was eating cheap cake, he still ate elegantly, as if he had engraved his gentle elegance into

his bones, revealing dignified temperament.

Vivian looked at Morris in a daze, captivated by his stunning beauty, unconsciously falling.

"Want some?"

When the man saw her gaze dazed, he assumed she wanted cake, so he picked a piece and handed it

over.

Vivian looked at the piece of cake he handed over and sighed as she remembered her adoptive father,

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't brought me back by force, I'd be spending birthday with my dad right

now."

She bristled and sighed, her face full of loss.

In that moment, the man's hard heart was gently rubbed and actually softened.

His movements stalled, his eyes gazing blankly at the woman in front of him, and he uttered, "Want to

go back now?"

"Now?"

Vivian nodded her head, but on second thought, she thought it would take her three hours to get home

from here at the earliest, so how could she possibly go back for her dad's birthday?

"Gee whiz, it's so far away, how can I possibly make it back?"

Vivian smiled to herself.

But the words fell, only to find Morris shoving the cake at her, turning the car around and speeding

away.

She froze, sensing that this was not the direction to the old house, and asked, "Hey, where are you

going?"

"Take you home."

"Go home?"

Vivian's eyes widened incredulously, "You ...... you sent me?"

"What? You want to walk back?"

Morris glanced slightly sideways, his face permeated with a handsome smile.

The evening sun shining in from the car window, fell on the man's face, gilded with a golden glow,

making him handsome and extraordinarily provocative.

"No ...... no ...... I ......"

Vivian thought she was hallucinating, rubbed her head and said unbelievably, "Are you okay, why do

you suddenly want to send me back?"