My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 222

Vivian noticed a tie wrapped around his hand, dressing the wound very perfunctorily.

"What's going on with your hand?"

Vivian wistfully walked up to Morris and took his hand, giving it a closer look, "Is this what I bit at that moment?"

"It is okay."

He drew back his hand, not wanting to worry Vivian too much, let alone see her feel guilty and blame herself for his injury.

However ......

Morris was thinking too much after all.

"You deserve it!"

She snorted, "You just got a bite from me, but I was force to have ......"

As the “miscarriage” came to her mind, Vivian couldn't help but feel annoyed.

That time she had a miscarriage, she hemorrhaged and nearly died, if she hadn't been so lucky, she would have died by now.

But things had eventually passed, and Vivian didn't want to talk about it too much.

She glanced at the two bowls of blood-stained water, "Mark this place, and when we get out, you have someone examine what's in it."

"Okay."

Morris’ voice was extraordinarily gentle.

Mostly because Vivian didn't finish her words just now, some guilt and self-condemnation grew in his heart.

"Let's go."

Vivian turned and walked out of the study, followed closely by Morris.

Walking through the large chamber, no, it was more of a dungeon than a chamber.

There were numerous rooms inside, a large meeting place, a study, a bedroom, a pharmaceutical room, and even the two actually found a weapons room.

However, most of them are ancient weapons, which are very meaningful, yet because of their very recent age, they cannot fetch a price even if they are put up for sale.

Vivian finally felt exhausted, and she waved her hand, "I'm too tired, I need to rest for a while."

With no drinking water and nothing to feed her belly, Vivian was so physically exhausted that she sat down on the ground in exhaustion, without caring about the dust that fell on the ground, and lay down to rest.

"It's dirty here, let's get you a room to rest in."

Morris crouched down next to her and spoke softly.

"No, I am too tired to move."

Vivian closed her eyes and waved her hand, just wanting to get some sleep.

Seeing her so haggard and weak, Morris was quite distressed and patted her shoulder, "Come on, get up, I'll carry you."

He turned his back on Vivian and said to her.

Vivian who had felt tired to the core just a moment ago opened her eyes lazily, "You're really carrying me?"

"Yeah."

Morris gestured a look towards her and motioned for her to come up.

Vivian looked at his broad back, a bit of cunning flashed under her eyes, sat up and plopped down directly on Morris' back, "Since you want to carry me so much, then I'll reluctantly agree to your request. But I have to make it clear, you are carrying me voluntarily. If you bump into something later, don't blame me."

Whether Morris was really a good person, she wasn't going to miss any chance she could slack off.

The watch won't be affected too much, even though the phone can't contact the outside world right now.

It was three in the morning since they had dropped into the chamber.

After twelve hours of walking, she was too thirsty and tired to support herself to keep going.

Morris had to lie down beside her and take her into his arms when he saw her huddled into a ball in the cold.

......

It was twelve noon the following day when Vivian woke up again.

She opened her eyes, and beside her was the enlarged face of Morris, except that the handsome face of yesteryear had turned a little pale.

He was holding her, and Vivian clearly felt the heat of his body.

"Morris?"

Vivian shouted, but there was no response from Morris.

Her heart stuttered and she just felt something was wrong.

Reaching out, she touched her hand to his forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

Vivian took the first look at the wound on the large spot of Morris’ hand that she had bitten, still dripping with blood and completely unscabbed and unhealed.

"Oh no."

Vivian knew that it was highly likely that Morris had an infected wound that caused the fever.

She sat up from the stone bed and looked at the unconscious Morris, her heart tense with worry.

If they were still unable to leave the dungeon in a short period of time, Morris would not be able to support.

The consequences of a persistent infection are unthinkable.

Vivian reached up anxiously and ruffled her hair, feeling doubly powerless and desperate.

After a long search around the dungeon, they couldn't find the exit!

Or, most likely, the location of the exit was found, but with a mechanism so they couldn't get out even if they were standing by it.