Upstairs.
Morris assisted Vivian to sit on a chair on the balcony and softly said, “Sit down for a while, I’ll go cut some fruits for you over.”
“Um, okay.”
Vivian nodded, sitting on the rocking chair overlooking the bustling downtown of the Hidden n, her mood was a bit gloomy.
Just thinking about Sophie’s injuries made her feel extra heartbroken, not to mention wondering how she was going to give them an exnation.
“What are you thinking about?”
Not long after, Morris carried a crystal fruit te, prepared with fresh fruits characteristic of the Hidden tribe, peeled and cut into pieces.
cing the te on the coffee table, he took the golden fork and forked a piece of fruit, passing it to Vivian’s mouth.
Vivian was touched by the gentle care and attention she received.
Her eyelids lifted slightly, she smiled back at Morris and opened her mouth to chew the white fruit, “It’s so sweet, simr to our melon in L City, but softer and more fragrant than melon.”
“If you like it, bring some seeds back home and grow them for you to eat at home.” He said while pulling out a tissue to wipe the water stains at the corner of her mouth, iparably doting.
“It’s not like I’m paraplegic and I’m asking you to feed me and wipe my mouth?”
Even though she knew Morris was heartbroken, being so doting made her a little ufortable.
Taking Morris’s hand, she sat her down beside him and caught up with him.
“What, don’t you like me taking care of you?”
Morris, who was wearing a precious blue shirt, raised his ink-dyed sword eyebrows, and his handsome face evoked a light smile, handsome and provocative.
“You’ve been taking care of me in the hospital for half a month.”
Vivian turned his neck and twisted his body, “It’s fine, I can do it all by myself.”
“How should Ipensate for taking care of you for half a month?”
The man smiled badly, meaningful.
“Of course we have to make up for it.” Vivian raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck, “Close your eyes.”
The sudden intimacy, the man subconsciously thought of something, slowly closed his eyes, slightly raised his chin, as if waiting for something.
Vivian knew what Morris was waiting for and couldn’t help but hold back augh.
Reaching for a fork, she forked a piece of fruit and stuffed it into Morris’s mouth.
The man felt a tinge of coolness on his lips and snapped his eyes open to see Vivian’s badly smiling expression.
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He raised an eyebrow, and before Vivian could react, hisrge palm sped the back of her head and kissed her lips, forcing the honeydew melon in his mouth into Vivian’s mouth.
“How does it taste?”
Releasing him, he asked a rhetorical question.
“Mmm, very sweet.”
“Sweet for me, or sweet for the honeydew melon?”
Vivian: “…” Nice guy, is this jealousy with honeydew melon.
“Of course it’s you.” She answered Morris’s question against her will.
The answer is very satisfactory to Morris, his slightly wrinkled eyebrows spread, deep three-dimensional cold face with a light smile, like a spring breeze.
“By the way, did you get the job done?”
Vivian changed his rxed look just now, his face became serious.
“You mean Yoona Lee?”
“Hmm.”
“After the hunting festival, I have sent someone to the mountain to find her, and brought the body down to the mountain to be cremated and buried.”
“Where is Lucas?”
“Buried right next to Yoona Lee, two people, not too lonely on the road to the Yellow Springs.” Morris said.
Vivian leaned back in the rocking chair, looking sideways into the distance, and sighed, “Yoona Lee is the same as Lucas. Both are hateful, but also pitiful. But Lucas was forced, his brother was under house arrest by Deborah Baron, forcing him toe and kill me. It was also by necessity.”
As for Yoona Lee …
Vivian sympathizes with her, but Yoona Lee still has a path to choose, yet time and time again she makes the wrong decision and goes astray, eventually getting herself killed.