Millionaire In Love With Me

Vivian cried and laughed, “That is not as thick-skinned as you are.”

“Not as thick-skinned, I’m afraid my Vivian all run away with someone else.” Morris Cheal helped her put on the corset and took another light green pleated chiffon shirt and put it on.

“I’ll wear it myself.” Vivian was not used to Morris Cheal being overly considerate, so she grabbed the clothes and put them on, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom, a sumptuous meal had been brought out of the bedroom.

When she reached the living room, Morris Cheal had already set up the dishes. Seeing her approaching, Morris Cheal got up and helped her move her chair.

“Thanks.”

Vivian smiled with him, her eyes drawing together.

Morris Cheal was so turned on by her smile that he moved over to her and lowered his head to give her a kiss.

Vivian raised her right hand and snapped it directly on his face, pushing it away mercilessly, “Go away! If you do it again, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out of bed at night.”

She secretly thanked herself that she was a practitioner, but if she were an ordinary person, according to Morris Cheal’s energy, she would not be able to stand up straight for three days.

Morris Cheal was amused by her, walked across the table and sat down, “Spare you once, let’s eat.”

Although it was in C, there was still her favorite skinny pork congee and sweet and sour pork, steamed fish, mushroom soup, and so on.

“You made this?”

Vivian took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of congee, blew and tasted it with great certainty.

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“Morris Cheal took chopsticks and helped her with the food, “Eat more.”

The familiar dishes, the familiar taste, are as delicious as ever.

Every time she could eat the meals cooked by Morris Cheal’s own hands, she felt incomparably happy.

What had he done in his last life to be so lucky to have met him?

At the mention of ‘hard work’, the smile on Vivian’s face instantly disappeared, and for a moment even the taste of the porridge in front of her became bland and tasteless.

She put down the spoon and sighed, her shear water eyes swirling with inseparable sorrow, “Yara Sain is too stupid, a life for a life, it’s really not worth it.”

Seeing her depressed, Morris Cheal held her hand and guided her, “The reason why Yara Sain doesn’t want to discuss with you is that apart from wanting revenge, she wants to put an end to her life. The pain she went through is something none of us have ever experienced, and sparing us from experiencing it ourselves, we may not always be able to be calm and wise at the end.”

“Death, for her, is really a relief.” Morris Cheal added another sentence.

If it’s really wrong, it’s because she shouldn’t have agreed to dance with Mike Cheal at that party many years ago.

If it was really wrong, it was from the time she disobeyed her parents’ wishes and chose to go back to her country to start her own business.

But when you think about it, what was wrong with her?

It’s just that she disobeyed her parents and refused to marry Anthony; it’s just that she wanted to start her own business and prove herself to her parents; it’s just that the first time she met Morris Cheal, she thought she had found her destined Prince Charming.

Yara Sain is not at fault, it’s just that fate is not fair.

Whether she was humiliated and used by Mike Cheal, or persecuted by Anthony, and her parents were affected, it had nothing to do with Yara Sain.

Because, she is also a victim.

“Yes, I know all that.” Vivian dropped her head and nodded, her mind lingering on the tragic state of Yara Sain’s death.

She rushed to The Cheal family’s old house after taking care of everything, looked around the explosion site, and saw the surveillance of the scene.

When she saw the scene of the explosion, the body in pieces, limbs and arms flying scene, Vivian as if she was there, the pain of the heart.

Pain.