“No need.”


    Morris Cheal shook his head, got up and grabbed his clothes from the hanger and headed outside.


    The head of public rtions was uncertain, “Mr. Morris, then I … eh, Mr. Morris?”


    He wanted to say something else, but Morris Cheal didn’t give a chance and left the office without looking back, carrying his jacket.


    Less than half an hourter, Morris Cheal appeared in the ward.


    He was carrying a paper bag in his hand, cing his things on the bedside table and looking at Vivian Mond with affection.


    Vivian Mond was leaning on the bed with his notebook on hisp. They looked at each other, smiled at each other and did not mention anything about Twitter.


    “I brought you dessert.”


    From the bag, I took out a tiramisu, “I know you like this the most, I specially asked Yipinju’s chef to make it for you.”


    “Isn’t the chef of Yipinju a national banquet chef?”


    “Who told you that a state banquet chef can’t make dessert?” Morris Cheal opened the lid and took a fork to feed Vivian Mond, only to have it snatched right out of her hand.


    “I’ll do it myself. It’s just pregnancy, not paraplegia.”


    Vivian Mond teased.


    At that, Morris Cheal raised her hand and smacked her on the side of the head, “What nonsense.”


    “Hiss, that hurts. I was just kidding.” Vivian Mond red at him, took a fork and picked a piece of tiramisu, and was about to fill her mouth, but when she saw Morris Cheal’s expression of expecting her to taste it, she handed it to him, “You eat it first.”


    At that moment when writing the content of the Weibo, Vivian Mond could not help but recall the past, and realized afterwards that it was Morris Cheal who had always made ‘sacrifices’ for her, and she had never done anything for him at all.


    Whenever she thought about it, Vivian Mond felt guilty and remorseful.


    “Bought it just for you.”


    Morris Cheal shook his head, and his words were endlessly tender.


    To her, it really seems to spoil into the bones.


    “You won’t even eat when I feed you?”


    Vivian Mond knitted her brows in displeasure.


    “That depends on the way you ‘feed’.”


    He raised an eyebrow, his words.


    But Vivian Mond wouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt.


    He ced the box full of tiramisu on the table, leaned forward slightly, approached Morris Cheal, and then cupped both cheeks of Morris Cheal and shoved the spoonful of tiramisu into his mouth with a swift movement, “Is that okay?”


    She couldn’t help herself.


    The man’s face sank, his eyebrows furrowed, and he reached out to take Vivian Mond into his arms, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.


    He ‘shared’ the dessert with her before releasing her with satisfaction, “That’s the right way to open it.”


    Vivian Mond tightened her brow with a disgusted expression, but the tip of her tongue couldn’t help but lick the dessert from her lips and said with a disgusted mouth, “Huh, Morris Cheal, you’re disgusting.”


    “Really, I see you’re eating quite well.”


    “No, it doesn’t.”


    Her cheeks flushed and she turned her cheeks to the side and ate her tiramisu in silence.


    The woman in front of her was quiet and good-natured, and she was like azy little cat that you couldn’t help but want to give a squeeze.


    Morris Cheal really did, reaching out to pinch Vivian Mond’s cogen-filled face, which felt so good.


    “Pinch me for what?”


    Vivian Mond chewed on the dessert in her mouth, perhaps because some of it was on her lips, and she stuck her tongue out to lick her red lips again.


    This action, which was unintentional, exuded an invisible and deadly allure.All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Morris Cheal’s heart ignited a fire, dragged her into his arms, leaned down and printed on her lips.


    A kiss, hot and crazy, is the kind of frenzy that can not be restrained, want to rub her into the bones.