My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 342 Despicable Issac

Chapter 342 Despicable Issac

She was unaware of the fact that she was being played with by Mike.

When should she, exactly, tell her?

"Yara, let's have lunch together at noon.’ Vivian decided to confess the truth to Yara, and could only bet

that Yara believed her.

If Yara did not believe her, there was nothing she could do.

"Okay, | happen to have something to tell you too. Let's go to Phil's, I'll book a private room there."

"Okay."

Vivian hung up the phone and contacted the private detectives again, asking them for information

about Issac.

Vivian knew very well that Morris had gone after Issac because Issac was despicable and shameless in

his actions.

She had no reason to stop it, nor did she want to.

Even to the point of knowing that Morris had laid hands on Issac, there was a twinge of pleasure and a

touch of emotion in her heart at being pampered.

Noon, at Phil's.

Vivian arrived at the box as promised and sat there for a short while before Yara arrived.

Only, there were two other people beside Yara.

Issac and Mike!

Seeing the two of them, her brows subconsciously knitted slightly before stretching out, a false smile

spreading across her face as she greeted them, "You're here. What's wrong with you, Yara? You didn't

tell me that they would come, | just ordered for the two of us."

Was this woman really an idiot?

"Does that mean that | am not welcomed?"

Issac stood in the doorway, one hand behind his back, a wicked smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"No, | mean if | have known you are coming, we can order food together." She said.

Yara smiled mysteriously, pulling Mike to stand aside, and then saw Issac walking straight up to Vivian,

suddenly taking a bouquet of flowers from behind him, kneeling on one knee, holding a ring box in one

hand, ‘Vivian, be my girlfriend, okay?"

Vivian: "......"

She couldn't help but be struck by the fact that the smile on her face was instantly curtailed.

Looking up, she looked aside at Yara and Mike. The two looked at each other with a smile, before

looking back at Vivian.

Yara said with a heated smile, ‘Make sure you say yes to Issac.

“Vivian, Issac is very nice.”

Saying that, Mike took Yara's hand, “Let's go first and give the two of them some privacy."

"I want to see it.”

"No." Mike tugged Yara's hand and went straight out.

Yara took walked out, not forgetting to make a ‘cheer’ gesture to Vivian, smiling happily at her.

She could not wait for Vivian to hurry up and agree to be with Issac.

The compartment door closed.

At this moment, Issac added: "Vivian, from the moment I met you, I have liked you very much and my

feelings for you have never changed. Can you agree that you will be my woman? I will definitely protect

you and spoil you."

Hearing his confession, all that came to Vivian's mind was a scene from the photo.

She couldn't help but clench her hands together, all her patience collapsing in this moment.

“You like me?"

Vivian's red lips hooked up into a sarcastic smile, sitting directly on the seat, picking up the red wine on NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

the table and taking a large sip, “Issac, I used to trust you a lot. But I want to ask you, last time at the

warehouse, I personally injured you and Yeon, you don't hold a grudge against me?"

She placed her hand on the table and inclined her head to look at the man beside her with a touch of

contempt in her gaze.

At that, Issac laughed.

That smile, which was indifferent, mocking and contemptuous, combined a thousand emotions in one.

Vivian was somewhat unable to read his emotions.

Issac stood up, put the flowers and the ring on the table, sat directly opposite Vivian, picked up the

water pot and poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then said: “Sure, I hold grudge against

you. My sister still can’t walk like a normal person even now.

As you know, in the entire Shaw family, she is the one I love the most."

Such frankness and straightforwardness made Vivian dismayed.

She understood roughly what was going on.

If Issac's phone was really repaired, then to be able to make him dare to say outright the hatred in his

heart at this moment could only mean that Issac found out that his phone photos were deleted.

If he had known that the photos had been deleted, Issac would have thought that his phone had not

fallen into the toilet, but that she had deliberately thrown it into the water.

At the same time, another piece of news was revealed.

It was highly likely that Issac had guessed that she and Morris should join forces.

There was also the possibility that he and Mike had guessed that the person in Morris’ photo was her.

Vivian's eyelids drooped slightly as she picked up the red wine on the table and took another sip, "So,

for Elis Jordan's wedding, you operated in secret; on the night of the Cheal family banquet, you

collaborated with Mike and drugged me? Is that right?"

That being the case, there was no need to keep these things hidden.

As her words fell, Issac merely smiled and raised her eyebrows, holding a glass teacup as he took a

sip of water.

He nodded and boldly admitted, “You know, Vivian, sometimes a smart woman is not cute at all."

“From what you're saying, if I'm really cute, you'll really like me?" Vivian felt doubly sarcastic.

"No."

Issac propped his elbows on the tabletop, rested his chin, looked straight at Vivian across the table,

and said, "I like you, it's true. Otherwise, why would I want to propose to you?"

For the first time, Vivian felt as if being liked was a gift that made her feel sick.

“What exactly did you do to me that night at the hotel?”

Vivian asked instead of answering.

Her delicate cheeks were cold as she quietly waited for Issac's answer.

“What do you want to do when you like someone? Trying to love her more, of course!"

He snorted, "That's the magic of love.

Saying that, Issac shrugged, "So, Vivian, be my woman, okay? I will definitely spoil you and love you.

As long as you want, I will give you ......"

Before Issac could finish his sentence, Vivian stood up violently and splashed all the red wine she had

just poured on Issac's face.

And then she set down the glass with a heavy thud.

"Issac, you're so fucking shameless!"

Vivian stormed out, her hand shaking in anger as she gripped the glass.

After cursing angrily, she suddenly felt dizzy in her head as she stood, her body couldn't stop swaying

and her hand subconsciously held the table top, while the glass on the table fell to the ground, breaking

in all directions.

Vivian held her other hand on her forehead and looked at the calm and collected man across from her,

his face unchanged, "Issac, what did you ... do to me?