My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 286 Morris’ Car Accident

Vivian walked in front, she followed behind, and the two left.

In a flash, only the two of them, namely, Morris and Issac, were left, and the atmosphere at the table

suddenly became gloomy and depressing.

"They say that you don't get close to women, but I don’t think so."

Issac snorted sarcastically and unconcernedly at Morris, while looking down and cutting the Wellington

steak on his plate.

His long, bony fingers lifted his goblet, swirled the crimson wine in it, raised it, took a sip, and said

lightly, "You still have the leisure to concern with other people's affairs, it shows you are not that busy."

His sentence was full of deterrence.

"Feel free to use any sinister tricks, I will never back down." After speaking, he put down his knife and

fork, looking serious as he said to Morris, "Including Vivian!"

He was launching a challenge letter.

Even though Vivian did not know how much Morris liked her, Issac saw it clearly in his eyes.

Morris and Sue stayed together, but the way he looked at Sue was indifferent, very different from the

way he looked at Vivian.

His index finger tapped the surface of the glass, reflecting Issac's face through the glass.

He looked subdued and elegantly sipped the wine, "That depends on whether you have that

qualification."

"Heh."

Issac laughed at the end of Morris’ sentence, "I can still sit and eat with her now, that is the

qualification."

Provocations, indeed.

But Morris wasn't angry; to be angry in the face of someone who was no challenge at all would be

humiliating.

Because Morris knew that Vivian did not like Issac.

The two men battled it out in the open.

And in the bathroom.

Vivian went to the sink to wash her hands after using the toilet.

Standing in front of the mirror, she took a look at herself and reached out to ruffle her hair before she

saw Sue walking up to her, arms around her chest, gazing at her without blinking.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It seems that you like women." She teased without good humour.

"Didn't you say you don't like him? Since so, why don't you stay away from him?"

She leaned against the wall with a condescending stance that was very offensive.

Vivian turned on the tap, washed her hands again, and retorted, "So many people killed themselves,

why don’t you kill yourself?"

Vivian thought she had asked a retarded question.

"You ......"

In the face of Vivian's vulgar attitude, Sue could do nothing about her, sighed and said, "It's important to

have self-awareness. This is what you said before."

That day, at the charity gala, she had given these words to Cindy.

"A person without 'self-knowledge' mentions 'self-knowledge' in front of me. Are you worthy?"

Vivian finished washing her hands, pulled out tissue to wipe her fingers, and turned back slowly, "Since

you are his girlfriend, hold on firmly. If there is someone else involved one day, then either you have a

problem or he has a problem."

At these words, her red lips pulled up into a light smile, "But you can rest assured that I am not

interested in him."

She threw the tissue she had finished wiping her hands with into the bin, walked around Sue, and left

straight away.

Sue leaned against the wall, her arms around her chest, her cold eyes slightly downcast.

After a moment, a light smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

It seemed that Vivian really thought that she was Morris' girlfriend.

The two of them returned to their seats and continued their meal, the atmosphere as it had been

earlier, seemingly relaxed but in fact secretly turbulent.

After the meal, Vivian went to the front desk to pay the bill, and Issac and Vivian were the first to leave,

leaving the two of them separately.

However, as Sue had just walked a few steps to the car park, she suddenly stopped, "Morris?"

She called out.

Morris stopped walking and turned around, "What is it?"

Sue pursed her lips, gathered the fox fur shawl around her shoulders, stepped on her high heels and

walked up to him, "After all you've done, it seems, it hasn't worked out."

The man's pupils remained faint, his thin lips lightly opened, "Just do what you have to do."

With a cold sentence, he walked away.

"Morris, you can give up. If she really likes you, how can she accept you being with another woman?

You should know very well in your heart that she doesn't love you at all, but it's all just you deceiving

yourself."

From the day she appeared at the Wansheng ski resort, Sue's identity was that of an 'actress',

pretending to be Morris' girlfriend.

He really thought this way could stimulate Vivian and make her realize that the person she really liked

was him.

It was fruitless for a few days.

It wasn't that Morris hadn't thought about what Sue said, but he didn't want to think about it.

When he heard Sue's words, he stopped in his tracks and stared ahead, frustrated.

Sue slowly stepped closer to him, took out her phone, turned on the recorder and played the passage

she had just recorded in the bathroom.

"...... Since you are his girlfriend, hold on firmly. If there is ever another person involved, then either you

have a problem or he has a problem."

"But you can rest assured that I am not interested in him."

It almost instantly knocked Morris' heart into a bottomless abyss.

He, did not turn around, even his face was bland and unmoving.

Only the fingers hanging at his side curled slightly, revealing his troubled heart.

"She never loves you. All you'll get in return for any more persistence is just her disgust." Sue's words

were heartbreaking.

Still not answering, Morris simply took a step towards his car and got in with a thud, flinging the door

shut.

That day, there was a speeding car on the highway, racing down the road like a bolt of lightning.

Morris was extremely agitated, his mind haunted by Vivian's words, but it ended in a tragedy.

He had a car accident.

Only Vivian knew nothing about it.

In the afternoon, she buried her head in the company to work.

In the evening at half past five.

Yara waited quietly for Mike in the private room of the Hillington Restaurant.

Sure enough, at exactly half past five, Mike arrived at the exact right time.

"Sorry for the long wait."

He was gentlemanly and elegant, greeting her with a smile as he entered the box.

His handsome and charming face really captured Yara's heart.

Her heart was beating wildly and she couldn't stop her face from blushing, "No, I just got here too. Is it

cold outside?" She looked for topics to liven up the conversation.

"It's okay."

Mike took off his scarf and hung it on the hanger, walking to the booth opposite her and sitting down,

"Have you ordered yet?"

"Not yet. I'm waiting for you."

Yara pushed the menu in front of Mike, "I don't know what you like to eat."