My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 345 Yara is Pregnant

Chapter 345 Yara is Pregnant

Issac was in some spasms of pain, and seeing that he was about to be hit, he rolled on the ground and

dodged Houghton’s attack.

Houghton saw him ducking away and became more and more upset, directly taking off the green army

jacket he was wearing and rolling up his sleeves towards Issac.

Seeing his aggressive attitude, Issac struggled to get up from the ground, but before he could stand

firmly, Houghton kicked him again, he subconsciously dodged, but did not expect that Houghton was

just a false move.

As he lurched his body to the right, Houghton's foot lashed out to the right, kicking Issac directly in the

face.

Issac's weight was unstable and he fell to the ground with a thud. Houghton walked over, raised his Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

arm and he simply broke Issac’s arm and then stamped his foot hard on Issac's leg.

The kick was so powerful that the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

"Ah!"

Even Issac could not withstand the pain and screamed hysterically, his face twisted in pain and agony.

Houghton snorted coldly and kicked him in the stomach again, ‘Remember, Vivian is my disciple, if you

dare to touch her in the future, | will beat the shit out of you!"

He was, after all, a practitioner, with superior skills, and Issac was no match for him.

In the face of his harsh words, Issac lay on the ground, helpless.

But he clenched his teeth and his reddened eyes stared straight at Houghton, a bloodthirsty killing

intent emanating from him.

It was just a pity that with his leg and his arm broken, he was even less of a match for Houghton.

Issac wasn't stupid enough to get himself killed.

Houghton turned around and walked to the bed, looked at Vivian lying on the bed and frowned, "Stupid,

don't say you are my disciple in the future, | feel ashamed of you."

He huffed, picking up his coat and throwing it directly at Vivian's face, "Put clothes on and come with

me."

Vivian bristled, facing her master, she sniffled aggressively, 'l can't move.

"You ...... are as stupid as a pig. How many times have | told you to practice with me properly, but you

just dont listen, look at you now, I'm so angry."

Houghton was so angry that his brain hurt, then he sat on the edge of the bed, tugged Vivian's arm and

carried her directly on his back.

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... Master, you are old, put me down."

Vivian did not know why Houghton had found his way here, but at the moment she had more reverence

and gratitude for him, and more than

anything else, she was moved.

"Shut up, what's all this nonsense? You're only making a fool of yourself."

Houghton carried her on his back and walked steadily outside without any hint of the frailty and old age

and weakness expected of an old man in his 60s.

When they reached the entrance of the suite, the people from the hotel rushed over at the sound and

tried to stop Houghton, but when they saw that Houghton was carrying Vivian, those few people looked

at each other in disbelief.

“What just happened? Who broke the door?" The man at the head of the group, presumably the hotel

manager, pointed at them and questioned.

Houghton glared at him, "Ask the one who gets the room. Don't get in my way, can't you see my

apprentice is injured, get lost."

He roared, perhaps an innate aura that made those men feel the compelling aura emanating from

Houghton.

They stepped back to one side and allowed Houghton to carry Vivian away.

The two take the lift downstairs and leave.

Houghton hailed a taxi to take Vivian to the hospital.

On the way, Vivian then asked, "Master, how did you know I was there?"

“You damned girl, have you forgotten that you were the one who asked me to come to L City to work

for you as a security guard? As I had just arrived at L City, someone contacted me and said you were

in danger at the hotel and asked me to rescue you.”

Houghton said truthfully.

“who called you?" Vivian's brows knitted, always feeling that something was fishy.

Houghton shook his head while pulling out his mobile phone from his pocket and handing it to Vivian.

Because the phone was the old fashion, Vivian had bought him a smartphone before, but Houghton

didn't want to use it.

And this old mobile phone of his always had no signal in the mountains, so he would rarely use it.

But he took his phone with him when he came to L City.

Vivian opened the call log of Houghton's mobile phone and searched through it. The recent contact

numbers on it were her parents’, in addition to hers.

The top one shows ‘unknown number", called for one minute.

Who was really helping her?

It was unknown to Vivian.

In order not to worry Houghton, she didn't dare to go on about the day's events, but just changed the

subject and asked, "It's the end of the year, why don't you come after the new year?"

The last time Houghton fell accidentally and suffered a brain haemorrhage.

Although Vivian had promised to let Houghton come to L City, she had not dared to let him come

because she was considering his injuries.

She had planned to let him recuperate for a while and come back to L City after the New Year, but he

came right now.

Vivian went to the hospital, where the doctor treated the wound on her wrist briefly and gave her

injection.

It took her a while to ease up and her body gradually regained its strength.

Houghton sat with his sharp eyes on her, chattering endlessly.

Vivian felt warmed her heart.

“You're right, you're right about everything, it’s your apprentice who is too stupid. Don't worry, I will not

say you are my master when I go out in the future, then you don’t have to be ashamed because of me.”

Hearing Houghton muttering again, telling her not to say she was his apprentice when she went out,

Vivian teased him.

"Dare you try it. I'll break your legs."

Houghton snorted coldly, and as if by magic, he pulled out a large cigarette stick from somewhere and

smoked there.

Vivian glanced at the warning sign hanging on the wall: no smoking.

The large letters were very striking.

But because it was a single ward, Vivian didn't stop Houghton from smoking after all.

For an old smoker, not allowing him to smoke was the hardest part.

Vivian lay in hospital for a few hours before taking Houghton back to her flat and arranging for him to

stay in her own home.

She took Houghton out with in the evening to see the bustling L City.

It was eight in the evening when they got back to the flat. Houghton was used to going to bed early, so

he simply washed up and went to bed.

Vivian then took her laptop out and got a room in the hotel next door to the block.

She called Yara immediately when she had time.

If Issac and Mike already knew a lot of things, Yara was the most dangerous now.

Vivian said, "Where are you? I have something to tell you.”

"I happen to have something to tell you too. Haha, I'm pregnant, Vivian."