Millionaire In Love With Me

And at that moment, the other two wolves pounced towards her, and when Vivian was fighting those two wolves, the wolf leader stood up and pounced towards her with its keen sense of smell.

Vivian was fighting with the other two wolves, unable to juggle the attack of the wolf leader.

Just as she thought she was about to die on the spot, there was a loud thud, the sound startling the forest birds to take wing, and the wolf leader wailed and fell straight to the ground.

Vivian looked over the sound of that shot and she saw Morris appear next to her as if he had fallen from the sky, gun in hand, and then to the wolves in front of her, gave two shots and killed them directly.

The wolves fell to the ground, and Vivian dropped to the ground as if deflated, looking weakly towards Morris who was trotting towards her.

The man, handsome as always, only that his face was written with worry.

He strode to her and gave her a condescending look before his gaze fell on her right arm.

Blood was dripping from her arm, uncovered by the short sleeves she was wearing, and the hideous wound was just presented to Morris.

Crimson blood spilled from where the wolf had bitten, spurring even more blood from the unhealed wound, flowing down her pale fingers and dripping onto the grass.

Vivian leaned weakly and feebly against the trunk of the tree, her right leg bent at the knee, her injured arm resting weakly on her knee, her fingers trembling slightly, bleeding.

It was clear that she was in a very bad state, but when Vivian saw Morris, a smile of relief spread across her face.

That smile, relaxed with an inexplicable sense of security, as if her nervous heart had loosened for a moment and she no longer had to be afraid.

“If you are late, you may never see me again in your life.”

Vivian couldn’t help but tease.

She knew that Morris would come over to her.

Sure enough, he didn’t let her down!

God knows how nervous Morris was to see the scene before him as he rushed over the jungle.

A slender woman, surrounded by several wolves, narrowly escapes death.

At that moment, he was almost tense to the point of suffocation as if his heart had stopped.

The man’s face, which was cold as ice, rippled into a light smile, “You won’t die.”

It seemed to be a tease, but it was really a comfort.

He knelt down and looked at her injured right arm, bruised and battered, so he said to her, “It’s badly injured and needs to be rushed out for a tetanus shot.”

With that, he took off the white short-sleeved shirt he was wearing and tore it into strips, wrapping it around her arm and simply bandaging it.

“How did you find me so soon?”

Three hundred miles away, it was hard for Vivian to imagine how Morris had found her.

“I’m afraid Grandma will be sad if you die.”

Morris said as he bandaged her up.

“I won’t die. But …”

Vivian looked at Morris, pursed her lips, and asked, “Is there any food? I’m hungry.”

She was really hungry, very hungry.

When she finished, she looked at Morris, but saw the man stunned for a moment, and she instantly waved her hand, “Forget it, how can you have food with you?”

“This, do you want it?”

The man felt in his pocket, then spread his hand in front of Vivian, and within his palm was surprisingly … a milk candy.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of the candy and she asked, “Where did you get the candy?”

It was nice to have candy for energy now that there was no other food.

“This donation was not only school supplies for the children, but also a lot of snacks. This was from the children when I went to the school.”

With that, the man picked up a candy, peeled off the candy paper, and stuffed one into her mouth.

The candy was soft and very sweet.

This was by and large the most delicious thing Vivian had eaten in several days, and having tasted the sweetness, the bitterness in her mouth was instantly driven away, and she was suddenly in a much better mood, looking at Morris and smiling at him.

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Subconsciously, he reached out and touched her head, “Smiling like a fool.”

The woman smiled and looked away, her clear, bright eyes suddenly welling up with sourness, her eyes flushed, but she didn’t want to let Morris see it.

Fearing he would take the opportunity to mock her.

Her actions fell in the eyes of Morris, who felt his heart painful and looked at her, asking, “Do you want to eat meat?”

Vivian sniffled and frowned in confusion, “Where’s the meat?”

The man raised his forehead slightly and glanced at the wolf beside him …

Wasn’t this, like, readily available?

“Wolves are protected animals, it’s against the law, right?” Vivian asked.

The man raised his eyebrows at her, “You’re dying and you still care about that?”

Vivian didn’t say anything else, because she hadn’t eaten for three days, and she was tired and hungry from the long journey, so it would be nice to have something to eat.

“Sit down and I’ll get it for you.”

The man found dry wood and set up a fire in front of her, then dragged a wolf to clean and set it on the fire to roast.

“You’ll attract the wolves if you make a fire here.” Vivian couldn’t help but be a little worried.

“I’m here with you , so just rest in peace.”

Morris said.

That one sentence, carrying feelings of security, hit her heart, making Vivian feel extraordinarily relieved and relaxed.

Morris was Yoona’s fiancé and she should have been on guard, but after spending so many days together, she had gradually dropped her guard against Morris!

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The two men raised their eyes to look at each other before they both looked sideways in the direction the sound had come from.

At that moment, a man suddenly sprang out of the dense forest.

That man was no other than the … masked man!

The masked man stared blankly in place, glancing at Morris and then at Vivian, who was sitting by the fire, without speaking.

But Morris had already pulled out his pistol, the blackened muzzle aimed at the masked man, his face appalling.

Seeing this scene, Vivian stood up and held down the gun in Morris’s hand with her wounded right hand.

This action boggled Morris’s mind, and he glanced at Vivian in confusion, only to see the woman take the gun, then raise her right hand and point it at the masked man!

She locked eyes with him, and the masked man’s brow wrinkled beneath his mask, “You’re going to kill me?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

Vivian had always been a person who had a clearcut stand on what to love and what to hate, who would retaliate when there was an enemy.

Without further ado, she clutched the gun in her hand, aimed it at the man’s thigh, and shot it with a bang.

The immense pain from the bullet hurt so much that the man trembled slightly and he nearly fell to his knees with weakness in his feet.

But he held it back and stood there, unmoving.

Vivian then handed the pistol to Morris before saying to the masked man, “Let’s write off everything between us. Another time, we’ll just have to see who’s lucky.”