Millionaire In Love With Me

“Okay, please fasten your seat belt.” The bearded uncle made an ‘OK’ gesture, started the car and set off.

Just after walking but three hundred meters, the cab stopped and the driver said, “I’ll give a lift to another person, hey, the two beauties should not refuse, right?”

Vivian, who was in a gloomy mood because of what had happened in the country in recent days, did not reply.

Margarita Jones, on the other hand, said with a dissatisfied face, “We both have chartered a car, why do you have the right to drive someone else?”

How come this is the case at home and also abroad?

She was wondering when a man standing on the curb pulled open the door and sat in, closing it with a bang.

The man came in from the right and just sat next to Vivian.

He was wearing a black and gray plaid jacket and a duck-tongued hat, the brim of which covered most of his face.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The mysterious outfit caught Vivian’s attention for just a moment.

Just as she was about to ask a question, the man beside her took off his duck-tongued hat, revealing a handsome and familiar face.

Vivian froze for a moment, dull eyes rounded, gradually had a focus and starburst, and then she fiercely hugged the man, “How is it you? Do you know how worried I was when I couldn’t reach you these days?”

It was actually Morris Cheal.

I never thought it would be Morris Cheal!

“I’ve put you through a lot of trouble.” Morris Cheal put his duck-tongue cap aside and hugged the sad woman with his back hand, “I was being watched every move, so I couldn’t really contact you. If I did, I’d be giving away my personal information.”

If she hadn’t been forced to do so, Morris Cheal would never have failed to contact Vivian after three days.

“Yara Sain is dead, Mike Cheal is dead, Madame Cheal and Scales Aaron are missing, and I … we’ve been looking for them for a long time.” She snuggled into Morris Cheal’s arms, a sudden sense of security that was incredibly comforting.

The situation in L City shifted and everything did not go according to plan. She was not worried about Morris Cheal, so she came to C early.

I wanted to come and find Rodney and the others to look for Morris Cheal’s whereabouts, where I thought Morris Cheal already knew she was coming.

“Master … Master?”

See Morris Cheal, Margarita Jones pupil eyes earthquake like, incredulous look at him, “you … you are not in …”

She said, immediately reached out to cover her mouth, subconsciously looked at the driver sitting in the main driver’s seat, afraid to leak the news.

See her cautious, Morris Cheal lips pulled out a curve, “own people.”

“Phew, one of our own.” Margarita Jones breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought you were on Nameless Island, why are you here?” Said her eyes fell on Vivian and raised an eyebrow, gesturing to Morris Cheal, “Vivian was very worried about you.”

The worry Vivian had for Morris Cheal in the past few days was all in her eyes.

Morris Cheal’s dark ink-like pupils were tinged with a bit of heartache as he looked down at the woman in his arms and reached out to rub her hair, “It’s my fault.”

He did not dare to tell Vivian more about what happened on the nameless island.

The gunfire, nine lives, it is better not to talk about it, adding to the worry.

“Were you hurt?”

Vivian came out of his arms, hands on his shoulders, looked up and down from left to right, and could not dissolve the worry between his eyebrows.

“It’s okay.” Morris Cheal took her hand, ran his fingers over the back of it, and met her eyes with affection, “If something were wrong, you’d still be able to see me?”

“It’s dark.”

Vivian looked at him with red eyes and slowly raised her hand to cover his face, “But this skin tone seems to suit you better.”

The skin is wheat colored, which makes his angular face more and more cold and handsome, and more manly.