Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 197: You’re Pretty Good

Although Victor Grant became quiet and didn’t say a word, May Morgan felt that there was more to his earlier words, as if he knew something. Otherwise, why would he ask like that?

But should she ask more directly?

After checking out at the supermarket, Victor Grant remained silent on the way back, not saying a word. May Morgan glanced at him, but seeing him focused on driving, seemingly uninterested in discussing further, she sighed, turned around, and looked at the scenery outside.

Victor Grant had a villa in the west of the city. It wasn’t very large, but the scenery was beautiful. The sea was just two kilometers away, perfect for fishing or sea-gazing during leisure time.

The villa had two floors. There were no servants because Victor Grant didn’t stay there often, so he only hired a part-time cleaner to come daily. Occasionally, when he was free, he would stay for a few days.

"Please, there’s no servant here to help, so it’s a bit of a hassle for you," Victor Grant said, opening the villa door and gesturing for May Morgan to enter.

May Morgan glanced at the two-story villa, feeling it was a bit desolate. Perhaps because Victor Grant didn’t have a girlfriend by his side, his home was almost devoid of even a single pot of flowers.

The necessary furniture was all there, and the place was lavishly decorated, yet it exuded a sense of coldness and uninhabitability. In other words, it lacked warmth.

"Is this your home?" May Morgan asked, slightly puzzled, as she looked around.

"Not really, it’s a place I temporarily bought to rest. My hometown is in Beldon City, but I don’t often go back," Victor Grant explained, leading May Morgan to the kitchen, because without a servant, he had to help her out.

"Um, should these vegetables be washed?" Victor Grant asked, bewildered, as he looked at the carrot in his hand.

May Morgan rolled her eyes, thinking, doesn’t your family wash food before eating it?

"It doesn’t matter, I’m not eating it anyway!" May Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Victor Grant awkwardly coughed, grabbed a bowl for washing vegetables, poured some water in it, and began washing the carrot.

Watching his clumsy movements, May Morgan suddenly recalled washing dishes together with Vincent Vance back home.

Actually, Vincent Vance wasn’t familiar with the kitchen either; it was obvious. But to please his grandmother, he voluntarily washed the dishes. She knew that pleasing his grandmother was ultimately for her sake. If it wasn’t for love, why else would he embarrass himself?

"What are you thinking about?" Victor Grant asked, seeing May Morgan lost in thought while staring at his hands after he washed the carrot.

May Morgan snapped out of it, looked at the carrot in Victor Grant’s hand, and then said, "Okay, let me handle it. You can go out."

"Just let me know if you need help," said Victor Grant, a rugged man indeed unsuited for such tasks, who went along with May Morgan’s urging and left.

Watching May Morgan busily working in the kitchen, Victor Grant eventually couldn’t resist and asked her, "Have you really decided to keep this child?"

May Morgan turned her head in confusion, noticing his complicated gaze, and suddenly, a bit nervously, replied, "What... What do you mean?"

Throughout the journey, Victor Grant contemplated whether to reveal what he knew about May Morgan’s abnormal condition. Initially, he was hesitant, but now he felt he needed to speak up.

Because he saw May Morgan’s pain and conflict, believing she was sabotaged by someone, leading to her situation, and he didn’t want to see her suffer so much.

So, he hoped he could offer her some help with this matter, even if just a little.

"Actually, I know what’s happening with your body and why you’re worried about your child," Victor Grant said, lowering his gaze and significantly glancing at May Morgan’s abdomen.

"That time you were hit by Arthur Vance’s car and lost so much blood, Vincent and I saw it all clearly, but when we reached the hospital, the doctor told us you weren’t injured. Do you know my reaction back then?"

"What... What was it?"

"I didn’t find you frightening, just strange. Previously, when interacting with you, you were fine. How could you suddenly turn out like this? Later, I thought about it, and it seemed something had gone wrong with you, leading to this, right?"

May Morgan was embarrassed by Victor Grant’s question, so she turned away, using the pretext of cooking noodles, and stayed silent.

Victor Grant noticed her silence, knowing he had struck a chord she couldn’t respond to, so he took the opportunity to ask further, "And your sudden strength, is it also due to the same reason your wounds can instantaneously heal, due to some unavoidable reason?"

"Can you stop asking? I don’t want to talk about it now..." May Morgan didn’t know how to answer Victor Grant. With Vincent already, she lacked confidence to speak, and adding Victor to the mix, how could she cope?

Victor Grant urgently stood up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen door, pressed against the door frame, and persistently asked, "What difference does it make if you tell me? Maybe I can help you after all."

"How can you help me? You don’t know anything..." May Morgan sighed painfully, tossing the chopped carrot into the pot to boil.

"Are you underestimating me?" Victor Grant asked, looking at May Morgan somewhat unhappy.

"No, I know you’re capable, but there are things you can’t help with." May Morgan knew Victor Grant was influential, but influence was one thing, capability another. In this world, there are things you cannot gain through power or money.

Even if Victor Grant had ways to deal with the Poisonous Insect, to deal with Arthur Vance, her body contained the Dragon Insect, an unnatural force, which nobody could handle.

Even Vincent might be helpless, wouldn’t he?

"But if you don’t speak, how will I know if I can help or not?" Victor Grant, a bit agitated, grabbed May Morgan’s shoulder stubbornly and asked.

May Morgan looked up at him, hesitated internally, but finally smiled and pushed his hand away.

"The noodles are ready, you can eat now," May Morgan turned off the stove, fetched a big bowl, and poured all the cooked noodles into it, signaling Victor Grant to eat.

Seeing she only served one bowl, not leaving any for herself, Victor Grant couldn’t bear it. He went back to the cupboard to fetch a smaller bowl, intending to share with her. "You should have some too."