Chapter 137 The milk is poisoned


    Seeing him walk in, Yara greeted him with greeting, "Mr. Cheal, you are back"


    “Yes."


    The man was as cold as ever.


    "Vivian, take your time, I''ll go to bed first."


    She went straight back to the bedroom to avoid disturbing the two of them alone, Vivian and Morris.


    Morris’ long, bony fingers unbuttoned his suit, hiked his jacket casually on the back of the sofa, sat on


    the sofa to Vivian''s side, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you promise Grandma?"


    Although Morris didn''t understand why Grandma wanted Vivian to decorate the wedding site for him


    and Yoona, Vivian could have refused, but she unexpectedly agreed.


    Vivian sat on her knees, cradling the chips in her hands, taking one to fill her mouth, ncingzily at


    him and muttering, "What reason do I have to refuse?"


    She shrugged and sighed, "If it wasn''t for Grandma liking me, you wouldn''t have broken into the fire to


    save me, you wouldn''t have gone abroad to save me, and you wouldn''t have risked your life to save


    me in the deep woods. In any case, grandmother has been kind to me and I remember it in my heart.


    Let alone just asking me to decorate a wedding site, even if I were to donate a kidney to her, I wouldn''t


    refuse."


    And since she owed Madame Cheal a ''life-saving favor'', Vivian had absolutely no reason to refuse.


    Her words fell on Morris’ ears, and a scene came to mind, like a movie ying on speed, like yesterday


    all over again.


    The man''s long, narrow, sharp eyes gradually darkened, so, in her mind, everything he did was


    because of ''Grandma''s orders''?


    Was it all because Grandma liked her that she ordered him to protect her?


    "I''ll meet you at your office tomorrow to discuss the details of the wedding site with you."


    Vivian seemed to be relieved of everything, her mood smooth and nd.


    She admitted to hating the Lee family, but now since she couldn''t take revenge, she simply forced


    herself to let go of her hatred.


    Vivian owed too much to Madame Cheal, much less would she do something at the wedding site to


    make Yoona lose face, which would only reduce the Madame Cheal family to theughing stock of L


    City.


    Being kind-hearted and knowing how to repay her kindness, she would naturally not do anything


    despicable and shameless.


    "I''ll leave things to Trent."


    Morris recalled when he and Yoona were engaged, Vivian suddenly appeared on the scene and


    learned the truth, knowing that her child would be given to Yoona to raise after it was born, and that in


    order to avoid this from happening, she actually took arge amount of medicine to cause herself to


    miscarry despite the danger, nearly bleeding to death.


    That incident had irritated Vivian.


    He didn''t want to put her through the pain again.


    "Heh."


    Vivian snorted lightly, her cool eyes turningnguidly to Morris, "Afraid I''ll make a move on Yoona at the


    wedding?"


    She said while shaking her head, sarcasm and contempt written all over her face, "I, Vivian, have never


    been that despicable."


    With those words, she dropped the bag of chips on the table, got up, put on her slippers, and went


    straight to her bedroom.


    Bang--


    The door to the room was mmed heavily shut, isting Morris from staring at her.


    He was silent for a moment, got up and went to his study to begin his work.


    Vivian tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and with the addition of Yara, it became even harder


    to adjust.


    Late at night when it was after twelve, Yara was already asleep, she yed with her phone, feeling no


    fun, so she got up and went to the living room to watch TV.


    Turned on various variety shows and swiped through them, none of them were any good.


    Seeing that it was already after three o''clockte at night, Viviany on the sofa and still had no desire


    to sleep, so she finally had to go to the study.


    But when she pushed open the door, Morris was actually still sitting at his desk working on his papers.


    Vivian was stunned and asked with great surprise, "It''s almost four o''clock, why are you still awake?"


    "You''re worried about me?"


    Morris’ thin lips lifted into a light smile.


    "Don''t be too confident, okay? I just feel like I can''t y the game with you hogging theputer."


    ying gameste at night when you can''t sleep is the best way to dpress.


    Morris looked at the time in the bottom right corner of theputer. It was nearing four o''clock, but she


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    still didn''t look the least bit sleepy, instead she was getting more and more energetic.


    "I''m done, you can use it."


    The man turned off the file, got up and walked around Vivian and closed the door directly.


    Vivian bristled and muttered, "Why is he so nice today?"


    Did he know that she was going back home and that was why he was treating her a little better?


    She didn''t think much of it and sat down in the executive chair, the leather chair was not breathable and


    she could almost still feel the warmth lingering on the man''s body.


    Vivian turned on herputer, logged into her game ount, and started ying the game.


    While in the living room, Morris warmed a cup of hot milk for Vivian, put the medicine prescribed by the


    doctor for Vivian into the milk and stirred it until it melted away, before carrying it into the study.


    "Get out of the way, how am I going to develop if you kill my soldier? Can you y? The kindergarten is


    on vacation again?"


    Vivian crackled the keyboard and moved the mouse with one hand, staring intently at theputer.


    "Here, have a ss of milk."


    Morris set the cup next to the table and swept a nce at the game Vivian was ying, "You like this a


    lot?"


    "Yes, Thanks."


    Vivian was so engrossed in the game that she didn''t have time to drink the milk.


    Seeing that the ss of milk was about to get cold, Morris was worried that if it did, the strong smell of


    medicine in it would get to her.


    Solely picking up the milk and handing it directly to her mouth, "Drink it."


    A straw was ced in the milk cup, and Vivian only needed to lower her head to drink the milk, but she


    stood up in shock because a ss of milk suddenly appeared in front of her.


    "Morris, what are you doing?"


    This scumbag actually served her milk, and holy shit, what happened?


    When had Morris ever been so nice to her?


    ttered, she removed her headphones and looked at Morris and then at the milk he was holding, "You


    poisoned the milk?"


    At that, the man''s face was ck, "Drink or not?"


    "Of course not, what if it''s poisonous, can I see the sun tomorrow?" Vivian''s desire to live was


    overflowing.


    The corners of Morris’ mouth twitched slightly, exasperated by her.


    So in her mind, he was such a despicable and shameless person.


    He didn''t exin any of it, but picked up the milk and took a sip, handing it to her again, "Milk helps you


    sleep. You need to rest early as your wound is not yet healed and you are actually ying games. Let


    me see your wrist, it doesn''t hurt at all."


    If it was any other girl, if she was injured, she would have cried out in pain and aggravation, but she


    actually sat in front of theputer ying games frantically with her wound.


    There was only one such woman in the world.


    "Oh, thanks."


    Vivian saw that he had taken a sip, so it should not be poisonous, so she took the milk and gulped it


    down in one gulp.


    And then, smashing her mouth and frowning tightly, "Morris, did you put something in the


    milk?"