Vivian was not surprised by Morris’s appearance.


    It’s just that the man who used to be so high and mighty suddenly apologized to her in front of her, which made her a little surprised.


    The familiar smell of his arms, Vivian’s heart was dispersed.


    She trusts Morris, but today she saw him and Melody so intimate and ambiguous between the heart inevitably jealousy, “reason?”


    At first Vivian did not think much about it, but Morris’ sudden attitude made Vivian feel that things were not that simple.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Morris is in the room, because there is no room card inserted, the room is dark, and Vivian’s room card is still in the hand holding the.


    In the darkness, Morris held Vivian tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would turn around and leave.


    Sensing his hesitation, Vivian, convinced that there was more to the story, inserted the card and the room was suddenly lit up like daylight.


    She took Morris’s hand and they looked up at each other, though the mere exchange of nces was enough to calm Vivian’s restless mood.


    The two went to the sofa and sat down. Vivian got up and went to the wine cab and got a bottle of red wine and a tall ss and put it on the table, opened the wine and poured two sses and handed one of them to Morris, “Since you did this, you must have a reason. I, still believe in you.”


    Morris is full of sorrowful clouds, bony jade-like fingers slightly raised, pulled the neck tie, and leaned over to pick up the red wine and took a sip.


    And then legs open, slightly leaning forward, arms elbows propped on the knees, one hand clutching the goblet, head down in contemtion of something, a long time before saying: “Sorry, there are some things I should have told you at the beginning. Do you remember when a man named ‘Maddox’ showed up at the house earlier?”


    Maddox?


    Vivian thought for a moment and remembered that day at the Royal Vi, when both parents hade over and were having dinner when the maid suddenly came over and said that a gentleman named ‘Maddox’ hade to see Morris.


    “Well, remember.” Vivian nodded.


    Morris looked grave, raised his ss and drank the red wine in it, leaned back on the sofa, exhaled a foul breath and continued, “His name is Maddox Cheal.”


    “Maddox Cheal?”


    Suddenly Vivian was a little puzzled, only to feel that this name had been heard before, some familiar.


    After a few seconds of mumbling, it dawned on her, “Isn’t Maddox Cheal your deceased father, howe he’s alive again?”


    Morris shook his head and dropped his eyes, gazing into the clear goblet in his hands, his heavy emotions written on his face.


    He never disguised himself in front of Vivian.


    “Maddox Cheal had another woman not long after he married my mother, and at first he hid it very tightly, but the paper couldn’t cover the fire, and eventually my mother found out. In those days, women were traditional and conservative, and she never thought about divorce, but tolerated everything until she finally got sick with anger. When my grandmother found out about this, she ordered Maddox Cheal to break off the rtionship with the outside woman or else she would cut off the rtionship with him as mother and son. But Maddox Cheal never agreed.”


    “So my mother died, Maddox Cheal died, and my grandmother cut him off and kicked him out of The Cheal family, iming he was ‘dead’. It took me many years to learn the truth about this, but I didn’t want to get into it. I thought it was the end of the story, but a month or so ago Maddox Cheal suddenly appeared and wanted to im me as his son.”


    “For a selfish and self-interested person, the sudden appearance must have a purpose, and he is now making a good living in the capital and has his own family, so there is absolutely no need toe back to me.”