Chapter 125 Yara with Impure Thoughts
Vivian reached out and pushed at Morris in her haste, but because she was using her right hand, she
jerked backwards in pain because she was using too much force, "Hiss ...... "
Noticing the difference, Morris let go of her and instantly turned on the lights in the movie room, only to
find that Vivian''s sleeves were already stained with crimson blood.
His face flushed and he frowned, hisplex gaze going to her, "Sorry."
The unsolicited apology was a little startling to Vivian.
Never thought that the high and mighty would one day take the initiative to apologize to her.
However, without waiting for Vivian to react, Morris had already taken his phone out of the cast mode
and turned off the images before leading her, "Come here, let me bandage you up."
Vivian was exasperated and shook off his hand, "I''ll take care of it myself."
Barefoot and exasperated, she walked out of the movie room, found the medical kit in the living room,
and began to treat thecerations.
Morris walked out of the movie room and looked at her sitting on the couch, clumsily working on
untying the bandage on her right arm with her left hand, and felt guilty.
He walked over to her, sat down, reached down and squeezed her right hand, going to untie the
bandage on her arm.
"I''ll get it myself, you ......"
"Don''t move!"
Vivian struggled, but Morris gave a light scolding and she immediately quieted down, allowing the man
to wipe the blood from her wound, apply medicine, and bandage it.
He moved skillfully and in one fluid motion.
Throughout the entire process, Vivian watched the intently focused Morris very quietly until he finished
rewrapping her bandages, and only then did she say, "It''ste, I''m going to bed."
She got up and angrily went back to her room, mming the door behind her.
Sitting on the couch, Morris clutched the bandage in his hand and gazed at the closed door of the room
with mixed feelings.
This night, Vivian didn''te out to watch TV like she did before, but stayed in her bedroom.
It wasn''t until the next day that Morris woke up as usual to make porridge for her, and when he didn''t
see Viviane out by seven o''clock, he went and knocked on Vivian''s room door, but no one
answered.
Morris pushed open the door and was surprised to find she was not in.
She had left.
He was stunned for a moment and pulled out his phone to call Vivian.
On the first call, she didn''t answer; on the second, she did.
"What?"
"Where are you?"
"As of today, I won''t be returning to your apartment, and you don''t have to care where I am. Goodbye."
Vivian hung up straight away without any unnecessary nonsense to Morris.
Originally, she thought that after Madame Cheal had recognized her as her goddaughter, Morris would
be more restrained towards her, but she had in the end overestimated that beast.
To avoid having sex with him again, she chose to rent a ce.
This morning, Vivian took a leave of absence from Issac and found a small one-room apartment online
for two thousand a month. She paid the rent annually, and bought some daily necessities.
The money was transferred by Yeon, pretty much of it was used up from her morning of renting a room
plus buying daily necessities.
After packing everything up, it was 10:00 am.
Weary, shey on the couch in the living room, tired and half-hearted.
The phone on the table rang.
Vivian nced at the screen of her phone, which jumped with a string of unknown phone numbers.
She picked up the phone and answered it, "Hello, who is it?"
"May I ask if you are, Vivian?" On the other end of the phone, a woman''s voice rang out, sounding
somewhat familiar.
"It''s me."
"Great, finally I found you. Vivian, this is Yara, where are you? I''m in L City right now."
"......"
After thest time they parted, Vivian and Yara never contacted each other again.
Althoughst time, because of hiding in Yara''s car, she was inexplicably kidnapped together to a
foreign country, but identally befriended Yara.
Only Vivian felt that Yara''s identity was too mysterious and her background wasplicated, so she
didn''t want to make deep friends with her.
"I''m at the XL Cafe in Minquan Road."
She lied about a nearby address.
"Okay, wait for me, I''ll be right over."
Yara hung up.
Vivian got up and walked through the back door of the neighborhood, went to the XL Cafe on Minquan
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Road, ordered a cup of coffee, and waited for Yara at the window seat on the second floor.
Twenty minutester, Yara appeared in front of her.
As always dressing style, she was in a white stripes suit, belt around the waist, with ck trousers and
high heels, long hair draped, looking like a sensible and generous,petent female elite.
She waved to Vivian, "Hi, long time no see."
Vivian took a sip from her coffee and looked at her with a puzzled look, "Why do you contact me
suddenly?"
"I am just back from abroad, wait a minute, I''ll order a coffee first, I''m quite thirsty."
She said, waving to the waiter beside her, "Waiter, atte."
"Now that we''ve met again, it''s time for me to give you back what''s yours."
Vivian took off the ne Yara exchanged with her from her neck and put it on the table, "This is
your stuff." Saying that, she pointed to the ne on Yara''s neck, "This should be returned to me."
"Vivian, how could you?"
Yara reached out and covered her neck, "You have given it to me, how can you take it back?"
Luckily, Vivian didn''t have a tooplicated identity background other than her rtionship with the
Lee family, otherwise she would have suspected that Yara was getting close to her with a purpose.
"But we are not close enough for that."
"No? We were in danger before." Yara pushed the ne back to Vivian and smiled heatedly, "To tell
you the truth, I came to find you actually because you''re on good terms with Morris."
Yara frankly said what was in her heart straight out, not intending to hide it from Vivian in the slightest.
Vivian looked suspicious, "Who exactly is the one who kidnapped you?"
It must be someone not simple.
"Can I ...... not say anything?"
Yara asked.
Vivian was silent, but shook her head.
Seeing that, Yara was a bit helpless and took out a business card from her pocket and handed it to her.
Vivian picked up the business card, looked at the content on it, and murmured, "President of Yoyo
Makeup Limited?"
Yoyo Makeup Limited, wasn''t it the office building next door to Eonothem Group?
She was no stranger to thepany.
It was a new brand that was founded not long ago and had taken the mid-range route by relying on the
high quality of its products, making a way out of thepetitive market and upying a ce in the
country.
Even those special makeup products that Vivian bought were from this Yoyo Makeup Company.
"So?" She asked, spreading her hands.
Yara raised her eyebrows, "Isn''t it obvious enough? I want you to introduce me to Morris and work with
theirpany."
Obviously, she didn''t want to talk about her identity.
Vivian hesitated, nced at Yara, reached for her left hand, her index finger and thumb fumbling,
expressing something.