Millionaire In Love With Me

The night was long and beautiful.

Vivian went to sleep tiredly and was woken up by his relentless kisses, over and over again, I don’t know how many times, but still did not want to let her go free.

“Morris, tired …”

She closed her eyes and said in a daze.

“Call your husband!” Morris Cheal slapped her large palm heavily on her peachy buttocks.

“Old … husband …” For a moment of restful sleep, Vivian surrendered, and she did whatever he said, obeying unconditionally.

But the man still tortured her extraordinarily ‘mercilessly’, so much so that the words from her mouth were knocked to pieces.

Even if Vivian begged him to carry her to the shower, the man was still able to ‘clean’ her in the bathroom, tossing and turning, and would not stop until he died.

This night, Vivian really saw the power of Morris Cheal!Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

After a few hours of exercise, Vivian slept until she woke up.

When she woke up, it was already 10:00 am the next day in C.

When she opened her eyes lazily, she saw a magnified version of a handsome face.

She looked at Morris Cheal, red lips slightly hooked up a smile of relief, left hand over his cheek, “Morris ~”

How many midnight dreams, she dreamed of such a beautiful morning.

When she opened her eyes, the sunlight fell on her bedroom bed, and next to her was Morris Cheal, who allowed her to wake up and cuddle up in his arms and cuddle up to him.

Vivian moved toward his arms and lifted her head to place a kiss on his lips, “Good morning.”

“Know what you should do first thing every day when you wake up?” Morris Cheal wrapped his arm around her waist and circled her tightly, their skin pressed against each other, and Vivian’s thigh was accidentally poked, quite painfully.

Her eyebrows wrinkled and her face turned into a bitter melon as she begged for mercy, “If I do it again, I’ll really die in bed. You don’t want to die at a young age, right? When people ask you how your wife died, you’re not going to say you died doing it?”

Morris Cheal was amused by her, “The more practice problems you do, the better your grades; love, the more you do, the better your wife’s stamina.”

Vivian: “…”

What a ridiculous statement, it is simply a strong word.

“So experienced, Mr. Morris has not done much with other women in private, right.” Vivian cupped his chin, her fingers playfully rubbing the hard stubble on his chin.

“You’re doubting me?”

“No, I’m just stating the facts.”

“Then I’ll teach you what’s a fact.” Morris Cheal wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her down on top of him, the thin covers falling off Vivian’s body, and a chill ran through her for no reason.

But when Morris Cheal’s hands gently lifted her waist and dropped it again, her cheeks suddenly flushed, and the skin of her neck began to flush.

Sleepy-eyed, she was even still confused, and the sudden position simply made her blush with shame.

Eventually

Morris Cheal proved to her what the ‘truth’ was with her actions.

A certain little woman who made a death cry and begged for mercy, seeing her pitiful look, red eyes sobbing, Morris Cheal finally chose to bypass her.

This sleep and waking up again, it was already 2:30 pm.

Vivian was woken up by the smell of delicious food, her stomach was already hungry, and when she smelled the smell of food, her stomach started to sing an empty tune.

“Get dressed and get up for dinner.” Morris Cheal helped her sit up and thoughtfully helped her put on her corset.

“Don’t, I’ll … do it myself.”

She reached out to snatch the dress away, only to have Morris Cheal slap her on the back of her hand, “Where on your body have I not seen you before, why are you still shy?”