My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 243 Morris Is Pissed Off

In that case, he didn't want to force her.

As she watched the car slowly leave, Vivian reached up and rubbed her chin, feeling her cheeks blush

abruptly.

This man was treating her more and more tenderly, her heartbeat was racing, God!

......

Two days later, the L City public benefit activity was held at the Hilton Hotel.

That afternoon, after Vivian finished taking care of her company's business, she prepared to go to the

Hilton Hotel.

At that moment, a strange man walked in and went directly to Vivian, "Hello, Miss Mond, I'm Ethan, the

new assistant of Mr. Morris. This is the dress that Mr. Morris asked me to deliver to you." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"New assistant?"

Vivian frowned, "Isn't Trent doing a good job? How come it's changed?"

The person in front of her looked like Trent, but he was a bit taller and darker, but had a sense of

justice, not very handsome, but extremely masculine.

"Trent was disrespectful to you the other day and was given 'leave' by Mr. Morris." Ethan smiled

politely.

"He was fired?"

"No, it's just to let him rest for a while." Ethan didn't dare say anything more, so he didn't tell Vivian the

truth.

Vivian hadn't heard Morris mention this, so she didn't think much of it and took the gown, "Thank you."

"Mr. Morris said he'd come by later to pick you up."

"OKay."

Vivian responded, and Ethan left.

She took her gown and changed right at the office, then waited quietly for Morris to come over.

Her exquisite and beautiful clothes drew a burst of praise and envy from her colleagues in the

company, and Vivian could then only say that she had rented the clothes.

Ten minutes later, Morris arrived at the company's entrance, made a call to her, and Vivian went

straight out with her bag and got into the passenger side of his car.

Today, she was wearing a tight, tube dress, embellished with sequins and the special material glowed

beautifully in the sunlight with dots of pale colored starbursts.

When Morris took one look at Vivian, he felt his eyes light up, stunned by her beauty once again.

This woman always set off every gown in a beautiful way, as if a noble princess walking out of a castle,

exuding a dignified aura.

"You have a good taste." Vivian didn't mince words in praise.

The corners of Morris’ lips curled slightly as he withdrew his gaze and drove, "It goes well with you."

He was driving along and his phone suddenly rang with a text message alert.

Since few people knew Morris’ cell phone number, once he was contacted, it was bound to be

something important.

He stopped at a traffic light intersection, picked up his phone and saw that the SMS was an alert from

one of the banks: [Bank of H Country] Vivian Mond completed a transfer transaction of 328,888.00 to

your account with tail number 5230 at 17:05 on October 08, the balance ......

When he saw this text message, his face was suddenly gloomy, and his eyes stored with coldness shot

straight at Vivian, "What do you mean?"

"Thank you for helping me pick the dress, so that I don’t have to pick by myself." Vivian's red lips were

slightly hooked, smiling.

She had checked and found out that the price of this gown was 328,888.

Vivian didn't want to have too many entangled monetary dealings with Morris, so she transferred the

money directly to Morris after checking the price of the dress.

And Vivian did not even rip off the logo, and intended to return it to the merchant after wearing it today.

After all, it was too expensive.

The man glanced sideways, his cold eyes gazing at Vivian for an instant, not speaking for a long time,

his deep gaze harboring too many emotions.

Vivian was terrified by his gaze and looked away from him, muttering, "Go, it is green light, the car

behind is honking."

She knew that this would make Morris unhappy, but Vivian really didn't want to get too involved with

him.

Morris started the car and slowly moved forward with his eyes on the road, not speaking again along

the way.

Noticing that the man was not in the right mood, Vivian didn't say anything, but just silently watched

video to kill the time.

Almost half an hour later, the car arrived at the Hilton.

The event was held in the second floor lobby of the Hilton Hotel.

The event was a special benefit organized by the government of L City, but it was actually a reception

plus an auction.

Public benefactors put up their antique collections for auction, with the amount sold going to charity

events.

All the people who came to the public service event were high class people in L City, the entrance of

the hotel was full of luxury cars, and everyone was dressed in high quality suits and dresses, which

was comparable to a fashion show.

Morris stepped out of the car and looked over to Vivian who was walking over to him, he slightly raised

his wrist and gestured a look towards her.

"That's inappropriate, I guess."

Vivian knew that Morris was trying to get her to take his wrist, and despite being 'god-sister' and female

companion, she was still very resistant.

"You are Grandma's god granddaughter and also ......"

"Vivian?"

Halfway through Morris’ sentence, someone behind him suddenly called out affectionately.

When the two turned around, they saw Yara, who was dressed in a black lace pleated dress, trotting

over on her high heels.

"Yara, you're here too?"

Vivian suddenly felt that Yara was a life-saver and couldn't wait to hold on to her tightly.

She had a thought, "Did you come alone? No male companion?"

"Mr. Morris is here, too."

Yara gave a faint smile and greeting to Morris, then looked at Vivian and shrugged, "I'd like a male

companion, but I don't have one."

"You can have one!"

Without raising her eyebrows, she pulled Yara directly towards Morris, before smiling bluntly at him,

"Brother, here is your female companion."

The moment he heard Vivian speak, Morris’ handsome face instantly filled with chill, an unfathomable

gaze shot straight at her, "No need!"

With those words, he flung his suit he was carrying on his wrist directly at Vivian, coincidentally

covering her head.

Then he strode away in anger.

Vivian tugged the suit off her head, knowing it was the jacket Morris had prepared for her.

It was cold in late fall and it was downright freezing to wear a dress without a jacket.

It was disconcerting that the temperature plunged into the ten degree on a day that was thirties a

month ago.

"Vivian, what the hell are you doing? Mr. Morris seems to be angry." Yara elbowed Vivian and reminded

her.

Vivian draped the suit jacket directly over her shoulders with an indifferent stance, "I'm not his mother,

should I care his joy and sorrow?"

"Morris?"

Just when Vivian and Yara were chatting about Morris, a voice interrupted their conversation, they saw

Sue wearing a dark green one-piece suit, deep neckline, thick black hair slightly curly, draped and

hanging, ear wearing red tassel earrings, set off her beauty.

She stepped on her high heels and walked straight to Morris, tilting her head, her red lips slightly

hooked, smiling brightly, "Morris, you don't have a female companion? It just so happens that I don't

have a male companion either, so why don't we go in together?"