Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 158: A Drink at Your Place

Vincent’s words actually made a lot of sense; his analysis was very thorough. Jacob just felt that he should first consult May’s opinion instead of keeping it from her.

Once Vincent’s actions of stealing the information and handing it over to Arthur are discovered by May, it’s likely that it will create deep conflicts and fissures between the two of them.

"I’ve never been married, nor have I had someone I liked, but I feel that the basic principle between spouses should be honest communication. Since your analysis makes so much sense, you should find a way to let May know your thoughts, and then wait for her to agree to destroy the evidence before acting, rather than doing it secretly behind her back."

Generally speaking, Jacob wouldn’t offer opinions on the actions sanctioned by Vincent, since Vincent was the master and made decisions decisively and wisely, not requiring Jacob to give suggestions. But in terms of emotions, Jacob felt that Vincent was somewhat confused.

A flicker of helplessness crossed Vincent’s eyes as he gently closed them, allowing his troubled thoughts to temporarily settle into peace.

"I also want to be honest with her. But will she honestly communicate with me? You heard Victor’s words just now – May’s body is different now than before. She is a person with meticulous thoughts, and I don’t believe she hasn’t noticed the changes in her own body. Previously, when I asked her about the Poisonous Insect, she told me her grandmother also raised them. You know? Hearing that, my first reaction was recalling the horror of that night and the loyal follower who died tragically before me. I’ve never been afraid of anyone, but at that moment, watching May, I honestly had an indescribable feeling."

Jacob glanced at Vincent meaningfully, noticing his face seemed conflicted with anguish, and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you scared?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Vincent thought about it, then resolutely shook his head, "I’m not scared. I still love May; this I’m very sure of."

"Since you’re not scared, then face it properly and do what a husband should do," Jacob replied with a hint of warning in his tone to Vincent.

At first, he really didn’t like May, feeling that after this woman appeared, Vincent’s life was thrown into chaos and she didn’t appreciate the love the young master gave her, always neglecting Vincent’s efforts. But ever since the moment she forced him to go to Crestwood to save Vincent, he suddenly felt that May was worthy of love, worthy of someone’s care.

At least, Vincent shouldn’t let down May’s love now.

Vincent also perceived the warning in Jacob’s tone. This time he didn’t get angry but rubbed his temples with unusual conflict, saying, "I know what I need to do next; you don’t need to teach me. It’s just that now it has been proven that May has the Dragon Insect inside her, and I will find a way to help May remove it. But what I’m afraid of is that the old man also knows May is pregnant and is desperately trying to take her away. If I delay any longer, she might not survive."

"So you want to abort the child, right?" Jacob asked quietly.

Thinking about ultimately having to abort the child, Vincent felt a pang of subtle pain in his heart. The child was the love’s fruit he anticipated for so long, and if he really aborted it, how would he explain to May? But if they didn’t abort it, when the child is born, it would mean May’s death.

He wasn’t foolish enough to choose the child over his wife; a child could always come later, but a wife, he had only one.

The more he thought, the more troubled he became. Vincent sighed heavily, turning to Jacob and suggested, "I haven’t been to your place in a while. How about going to your place for some drinks today?"

Jacob knew he was upset and wanted to drink. Typically, for May’s comfort, Vincent had basically quit drinking, and the liquor in the home cabinet was all dealt with by him. Even if he had some, he wouldn’t drink excessively in front of May.

Out of sympathy for Vincent, Jacob didn’t refuse, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards his place.

"I know you’re troubled, but just this once, not again," Jacob sighed helplessly, agreeing to Vincent’s proposal.

Jacob’s house is a multi-level small villa where he lives alone. Although not very large, it’s spacious enough. Being fond of cleanliness, he didn’t keep a maid permanently, only having a part-time worker come to clean.

Drinking in such a serene place is actually the most comfortable.

Jacob fetched two cans of dark beer from the fridge, tossed one to Vincent, and they sat together on the balcony, watching the flowers and plants outside.

"I’ll say ahead, I don’t have much beer here, so once you’re done with this, you’ve got to go," Jacob teased Vincent deliberately.

Vincent smiled helplessly, holding up the dark beer in his hand and asked Jacob, "You work with me; your yearly salary is at least millions. You begrudge a few cans of beer?"

Jacob smiled faintly, sincerely advising him, "Drinking can’t solve real problems; what needs facing still must be faced. If you truly want what’s best for the young mistress, you should always keep your mind clear, because only then can you prevent the enemy from exploiting any gaps."

Jacob was right, but Vincent had his own troubles. He opened the dark beer, just about to sip when he suddenly thought of pregnant May, who couldn’t stand strange smells, and simply placed the beer aside.

"Forget it, it’s tough to have a drink at your place. Tomorrow, I’ll have my secretary reduce your salary by half; let’s see if you’re as stingy then!"

Vincent laughed as he jestingly jabbed at Jacob while getting up from the balcony, ready to leave.

Jacob noted that Vincent’s self-discipline was quite good, and couldn’t help but remark, "I’ve noticed that marriage can truly change a person’s temperament and living habits."

Vincent sensed something off in his words and turned back to look at him, "What do you mean?"

Jacob shrugged, deliberately glancing down at the untouched dark beer Vincent placed on the balcony, and retorted, "What do you mean?"

"Your beer is terrible!" Vincent coughed lightly, awkwardly explaining.

"It’s not as good as a beloved woman, right?" Jacob took a big swig from the beer can in his hand while teasing Vincent, "If you’re itching to go home and cuddle your wife, just say so. No need to slander my awful beer! If it’s bad, why made me drive you over from afar?"

Vincent glanced at him speechlessly, unwilling to engage further. He took out his phone for a look; it had been almost an hour since Aunt Miller called him. Why hadn’t May called him about the phone by now?

Could it be that she...

"I better head home; May hasn’t called me at all. I suspect she’s guessed I stole her stuff and is sulking with me."